***Inventive drama/romance with Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet and so much more*** A man (Jim Carrey) discovers that his babe (Kate Winslet) had her memory of their relationship removed via the medical procedures of an innovative company. He decides to get the surgery as well, but as the technicians (Mark Ruffalo & Elijah Wood) conduct the procedure he changes his mind! Can he escape with his memory intact and possibly save the relationship? Tom Wilkinson plays the doctor and Kirsten Dunst the secretary. “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” (2004) is a drama/sci-fi/romance hybrid that’s so confusing during its first half that it fails to captivate (and is even annoying) but, if you persevere, everything starts making sense by the midpoint, ushering in an entertaining and insightful second half. The movie’s depth naturally makes it improve on repeat viewings wherein it’s more understandable as you put the pieces together. Viewers who complain that a certain person is too dramatic, selfish and high maintenance to put up with for more than a month didn’t get the closing moral, which is both true and profound: Couples can (and should) realize the flaws of their mate, which they genuinely don't like, but it's "Okay." That's true love. There are also unexpected peripheral gems on unethical behavior in a supposedly professional environment, secret relationships, discarding unwanted skeletons, and more. Lastly, curvy, vivacious Winslet shines and it’s nice to see Carrey in a serious role. The film runs 1 hour, 48 minutes, and was shot in the New York City area (Yonkers, Montauk, Mount Vernon, Manhattan and Brooklyn). GRADE: A-

This is a really weird movie. I had to watch it about 3 or 4 times before you really figure it out. It's a good concept but a bit confusing sometimes.

When the shy “Joel” (Jim Carrey) encounters the blue-haired “Clementine” (Kate Winslet) he immediately falls for her and embarks on a life-changing romance. Thing is, I think she finds him just a bit too dull and so makes arrangements to have him erased from her memory! Whilst he is going through her stuff he discovers a card that declares she’s had him wiped. Despondent, he goes to see the same doctor (Tom Wilkinson) and opts for the same procedure. He has to garner together all their memorabilia so they can map his brain then “Stan” (Mark Ruffalo) and his sidekick “Patrick” (Elijah Wood) can come in while he’s asleep and do some cerebral zapping. Thing is, though, it seems that this couple have put in a few safeguards in the form of hidden memories and that leads to both of them having a series of entertaining escapades as they try to stay one step ahead of the eradication process whilst also trying to remember or decide whether they like each other or want to be together at all! It’s this cat and mouse process that makes both realise what life might be like without the other! There’s a twist, too, though. The drippy “Patrick” has also taken a bit of a shine to her and so has been using the memories of ‘Joel” to muddy the waters of her affections. Meantime, there is the doctor’s secretary “Mary” (Kirsten Dunst) whom we also realise has skin in this rather complex game of truth or dare (to tell the truth)… I was never really a fan of Carrey but he’s on good form here, gelling well with Winslet in this quirky story of loneliness and reticence that allows each of the characters to have their moment in the sun. This is a creatively constructed drama that mixes chronologies and timelines to keep us guessing as to what’s real, what’s imaginary and what’s just wishful thinking as we see their relationship play out through multiple, rapidly evaporating, scenarios. Carrey’s portrayal juggles well the frustrated with the entangled and it does all make you wonder if it might ever be better to be able to compartmentalise our thoughts and reminiscences and then conveniently hit delete - either arbitrarily or together.

_Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind_, that darling of indie cinema and perennial staple of dorm-room philosophizing, is an object lesson in the dangers of confusing gimmickry with profundity; the cinematic equivalent of a hipster mustache – all style, no substance. Its premise – a pair of lovers, post-breakup, undergo a medical procedure to erase all memory of one another – might, in capable hands, have led to a trenchant commentary on memory, loss, and the human condition. But under Michel Gondry’s muddled direction and Charlie Kaufman’s ever-useless pen (and seemingly empty skull), the film devolves into a cinematic hall of mirrors: reflexive, affected, and – most damning of all – insufferably pleased with itself. It is the kind of film that mistakes its own incoherence for emotional depth, and its own disjointed narrative for intellectual sophistication; a muddle mess about as profound as a fortune cookie. To speak plainly, the plot is not merely nonlinear; it is lazily elliptical, allergic to clarity, and padded with scenes so weighed down with pseudo-meaningful gestures that one might suspect a deliberate attempt to obfuscate the absence of actual substance. It’s like trying to navigate a maze designed by someone who’s never heard of straight lines. One floats through Joel’s (Jim Carrey) collapsing memories not with a sense of tragic poignancy, but with the vague irritation of being stuck in someone else's dream – a dream notable mostly for how tedious it is. The much-lauded surreal imagery – disappearing faces, flickering lights, collapsing sets – functions less as metaphor and more as distraction, a magician’s hand waving furiously while the other produces nothing of significance. One has to wonder if this film was intended for research into the schizophrenic mind; disjointed and choppy like someone who says a lot without ever expressing anything resembling a coherent thought. Then there is Mr. Carrey himself, who gives what might charitably be called the most listless performance of his career. Known for his seemingly limitless energy and brash charm, he here attempts to have a quiet subtlety that reads, unfortunately, as blankness. His character, Joel, is not a man in the throes of existential despair or repressed longing, but a man simply bored with both himself and the film he occupies. The emotional range he displays spans from catatonically miserable to slightly less catatonically miserable. Watching Carrey fumble through this role is like watching a candle attempt to impersonate the sun. One longs for the overly expressive attorney of _Liar Liar_ – at least there, the emotion was believable. Ultimately, this film exemplifies a particular strain of artistic pretension: the belief that melancholy plus montage equals meaning. Its sentimental nihilism – love is doomed, memory is unreliable, nothing matters but let's cry about it anyway – is presented not with wit or irony, but with a dreary sincerity that borders on the laughable. What is touted as a meditation on the value of pain and the necessity of memory is, in fact, an exercise in narrative self-indulgence and emotional cowardice. One leaves not enlightened or moved, but merely relieved that it’s over. The spotless mind, indeed – though not in the way the filmmakers intended.