This film opens with one of the most adorable meetcutes I’ve ever seen, OH MY GAWD. And interestingly enough it’s not just scifi that is ultimately of a positive tone, a hopeful nature, but is a film about grief, death, loss and such but mostly shields the viewers from having to suffer any of the characters' emotions in these regards. It focuses on the struggle to grapple with the idea of death, with the idea of a love and concern so great that one would lie, one would hide away and pretend all was fine, go to the greatest of lengths to preserve that sense of familial integrity. Something I pay very little attention to, generally, save for major and obvious flourishes, is makeup. But I noticed it here, if only because I’d recently seen Awkwafina elsewhere, that they painted her so subtly to evoke her sickness. It was excellent. During the memory transfer sequence, the stitching together of our lead’s life was so beautifully done, highlighting sounds, words, songs, even tactility so brilliantly. And I know I don’t have to say Mahershala Ali is a fine actor, but his facial expressions, at least in this film, in the meeting scene in particular, are so finely tuned, so subtly and expressive, that I think the film is worth watching for those two looks at his face alone. Just that. He is amazing, and this film is wonderful, if gently understated.