ANOMALISA: The greatest films are often hardest to process because they cease to be surveyable, but rather seep in beneath the veneer of understanding and rewire our assumptions. Anomalisa feels like that. Too truthful, some remnant of ego wants to quantify the experience safely, but deeper it goes. Not enough that it's a depiction of existential dread, it's *my* existential dread, and probably yours, in some other impenetrable way. The unshakable truth of Anomalisa took a while to disperse through me, but when I finally let go of the safe confines of the analytical I could finally appreciate more fully the power of this film. This is full-on sorrow triggering with a dash of Cyndi Lauper to let the medicine go down. Kaufman's bleakest yet, and yeah, that's saying something.