A Closed Book
Not exactly Nabokov, plus too smug and threadbare to function cinematically
Can't begrudge Bridges, and easily indulged, though the Maggie stuff feels tepid
A glancing yet exacting moral puzzle which turns the viewer into a detective
I've dissed this already, but forgot to employ the words "porridgey" and "why?"
Let's make a Nancy Drew cartoon of love and loss! Almost eerily misguided