Let Them All Talk feels a lot like Soderbergh's Hong-Sangsoo film in that it never feels tethered to any type of finite conclusion, not having the same typical predetermined narrative crescendo, it feels free of any intrinsic constraints to traditional structure. Soderbergh's assured direction is welcoming and warm in the way his film grammar here uses montage and structural repetition. It is precise yet playful, with each characterization being well-written, distinct, and compelling as their own internal struggles are laid bare over the film's duration. The film lulls the viewer in with its sharp dialogue and understated comedy, like a welcoming embrace, only to deliver an understated and incisive commentary on the alienating agents of modernity. Many of the characters themselves are adrift, alone in one sense or another against the larger forces of the world. Much of this struggles of this story stem from a failure of communication and expression, it's a constant negotiation both externally and internally, as each character in one way or another attempts to be truly heard. Consciousness is a negotiation between the past and the present, death itself is truly the only finite conclusion. Until that point, the temporal plane of past moments and present experiences continuously scope our identities, with both our internal and external relationships being in a perpetual state of evolution. A film that is sly and subtle but far from slight.
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