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Well-intentioned bad movies (or bad-intentioned movies in High-Rise’s case … because it really has the worst intentions), the ones that walk the wire and fall through the net, are a lost art. In this film attention economy, there isn’t enough loose change or spare time to spend on a movie that can’t be reacted to briskly (even before we see it), processed, and then filed for future reference. High-Rise does the opposite: It bugs me, months after watching. How can it feel so timely and anachronistic at the same time? How can a movie that hates all its characters be this charming? Why did this movie get made? And can we have more like it? It’s OK for films to repulse and titillate, and fill you up and leave you feeling totally empty. I don’t mind failure. What I mind is failure with no risk involved.

Somehow, Birbiglia makes room for every one of them to go through a particular flavor of heartbreak. Because over the course of its run, Don’t Think Twice reveals itself as a chronicle less of comedy than the bittersweet toll of maturity. Its love for the community of improv and the principles of Del Close is real, but so is its observation of more general phenomena: the shifting power dynamics of friendships, the painful outgrowing of young adulthood and its relationships, the inevitable reckoning of people with enough in common to bring them together, but not enough to keep them there. No movie this year will depress you about adulthood more, and no movie this year will thrill you with its complexity more.