The yearning displayed by Cole and Zoe is meant to be profound. But at a certain point the examination of loss in love ceases to show sensitivity and begins to look like emotional immaturity.

Wrestling with the intrinsic creepiness of the premise would involve some social commentary, self-awareness, and honest-to-God storytelling, and that's not Doremus' bag.

The non-stop, navel-gazing, faux philosophical dialogue about love starts to feel like some strange experiment itself.

The result is a restrained, meditative, and almost poetic look at love, longing, and intimacy, which at this point is practically a long-running motif in the director’s romances.