Oh, "We Live in Time," you say? Another gem from director John Crowley and writer Nick Payne, eh? Well, let's all have a round of applause for mediocrity, shall we? I mean, it's got Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh - so it must be brilliant, right? Wrong. This one's got everything except, oh, I don't know, a soul.
The plot? Well, it's alright, if you enjoy the cinematic equivalent of beige wallpaper. The narration? Textbook stuff, really. By which I mean the writer clearly ticked off all the rules but forgot the one about making it, you know, feel like real life. And don't get me started on the direction. It's all perfectly polished, perfectly staged, perfectly... fake. The scenes are flatter than a pancake on a Sunday brunch.
Now, let's talk Garfield. Bless him, he's trying his hardest. Really giving it some welly. But Florence Pugh? Ah, she's only gone and trotted out the same old facial expressions she's been flogging in every film since the dawn of time. Overrated, much? There's nothing fresh about her performance; it's like reheated leftovers, isn't it?
As for the rest of the cast, well, they gave it a shot, didn't they? Can't fault 'em for trying. Cinematography? Production design? Fine. Just fine. Music? About as memorable as elevator tunes.
Bottom line? Don't bother. Absolutely not worth the time or the ticket. You're welcome.