Perhaps such passive solemnity is true to the book, but on screen, along with the sad tinkling piano and the sad violins that just won't quit, the overall effect is so enervating that you simply don't feel a damned thing.

The lack of dramatic tension means it's difficult to emotionally connect with the central characters and their dilemma.

The script could have done better to translate the concept. It works as a big picture concept, but doesn't get the treatment it deserves here.

The psychological damage the reality of cloning unleashes in this acting tour de force of inexorable fate is as yuck-making as it’s possible to be.