All These Sleepless Nights

"All These Sleepless Nights" raises this central question: Who would want to spend one minute, much less 105 minutes, with this guy? I did - and regret it.

For all its visual and sonic pleasures - see it in a theater with a good subwoofer - "All These Sleepless Nights" feels simple-minded in its commitment to drift above all else.

It's a film of nearly pure sensation: woozy, intoxicating, visually gorgeous... and maddeningly repetitive.

Taken as a whole, "All These Sleepless Nights" presents a restless, some-might-say-dynamic portrait of characters who seem to be going absolutely nowhere.

Michal Marczak's unclassifiable wonder is the movie that Terrence Malick was trying to manufacture with Song to Song.

The nagging question is whether or not the film stands tall on aesthetic or moral grounds, divorced of its purpose as a conversation piece.

In some ways, All These Sleepless Nights feels like 100 minutes of waiting for something to happen: it's probably just as well that we get only a year's worth of Krzysiek's life, and then just a compilation of the briefest highlights.

The best thing I can say about it all is that it feels true to life; there's no easy way to explain the beginnings and endings of relationships, nor any easy way to navigate them.

All These Sleepless Nights proves a rather unrelenting test of audience endurance.

All These Sleepless Nights takes an otherwise non-compelling (and to some people, unappealing) premise and turns it into something so seductive to the senses that you won't want to look away.

Breathtaking, stylish and wise. A highly immersive experience.

A movie which consists of a Dionysian revel slowly devolving into a desperation-tinged dance of death.