It is as if Laurel & Hardy had made an existential comedy about memory and the pain they bring when held as grudges rather than as learning experiences. Add to that the science-fiction underpinnings and we have here a truly eccentric, not to say endearing, movie hybrid.
The difficulty of living with the unresolved memories of others is as hard as ones own. Here people keep secrets from others to make themselves more attractively-perfect; never wanting to realize that this creates an impenetrable barrier between themselves and others - as revealed here. Those excavating for the eponymous skeletons-in-the-closets here must have none of their own otherwise their scientific objectivity is compromised: The main theme here. And yet scientific objectivity is difficult to achieve in reality and does not make for much of a life.
The humor is low key but never rises much above the sarcastic self-contempt of most of the characters. Paprika STEEN is particularly fine as an eccentrically-likable housewife.
Essentially a time-travel movie that avoids trying to fix the past by changing it but fixing the present by facing the past. All the losers here literally lost something important to them and its loss has made their present stand still until they can come to terms with the loss and move out of the limbo of trying to live in the past. It is never good to let sleeping dogs lie. Not as resonant nor as amusing as Being John Malkovich.
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