Marjorie Prime (Michael Almereyda, 2017)

You know how writers can get clunky and expositional with introducing information about a character's past? Now imagine 98 minutes (980 minutes in psychological time) of that because the near-future concept calls for it! Argh! And Almereyda does little to ventilate the play on which the film is based. Maybe a miscalculated fusion of A.I.: Artificial Intelligence and Interiors will lead to Oscar glory (the performances *are* uniformly fine). But it gave me a welcome view of the inside of my eyelids.