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The merry-go-round of urban promiscuity, of flitting from sex partner to sex partner on a wave of contraception, the idea of face blindness is thought provoking. Before the plot even unfolds, a feminine acquaintance glorifies waking up not knowing where one is or with whom, as if it were the key to happiness. Not knowing with whom sounds like the kind of thing one laughs at in a loud bar or discotheque where the noise and music are so loud you can only pretend to hear the other person. The idea that such a neurological condition exists probably appeals to the same people who accept pills from strangers so as to join the EDM ooze that calls itself humanity.

It's tempting to come off as jaded and unmoved by Equals, as this movie's haters seem a really cool crowd to belong to, but if you've clocked in to a modern urban workplace lately and not been screened for emotional issues by trained professionals who really, really want to help you, you must be living out on the tip of the peninsula. So good luck to you as there are no drugs dispensed there and no self-help books and the air isn't even a comfortable 72 degrees 24 hours a day. What the heck are you still doing here anyway. You know we really want you to be contented and productive and satisfied. Please don't go.

The remote slipped out of my hand and remained there till the final credits rolled. Great writing. Insanely unpredictable plot twists, almost all of them believable (the one that bothered me is hidden in a dictionary). This movie will make you doubt your closest friends and suspect them of murder. It will have you hiring private investigators and calling them from burner phones. Your own spouse's quirks will suddenly no longer make sense and you'll go rifling through their things for clues. You'll find them, then act strange around them till they accuse you of paranoia. Then you'll find out they never played Donald Duck at Disneyworld, that everything was a big lie. Or was it? Highly recommended to all fans of fine thriller mysteries.