Review: 'All of Us Strangers' is a ghost story, a gay romance and the year's best movie
More than any great movie I can remember, Andrew Haigh's "All of Us Strangers" captures the eerie, disorienting and utterly sacred experience of encountering a lost loved one in your dreams. There they are, smiling at you as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if they haven't actually been gone a decade or more. You may smile back and even give them a hug, in hopes that your physical touch might cement the moment and confirm that everything is happening for real. But by that point, the reunion has already taken on a peculiar sadness, a tinge of unreality that only a cruel shock of daylight and the tears on your pillow will be able to explain.
The achievement of this quietly devastating movie, loosely and exquisitely adapted from Taichi Yamada's 1987 novel "Strangers," is to sustain and explore
