Robin Wright in a 1/3-live action, 2/3-animated film about, um, I’m not really sure. Something about actors being digitized, and then about people taking chemicals made by the movie studios that let them live in a cartoon world. The animation is a stupendous take on vintage Paramount style but this might be the most tendentious film I’ve ever seen. It desperately wants to mean something, I’m probably supposed to conclude something from the nonstop over-the-top sentimentality about Wright wanting to see her disabled son, but either it misses the mark or I just don’t get it. The “From the story by Stanislaw Lem” end credit makes head-smackingly perfect sense.
