"Sound Of My Voice"

I watched this last night via Apple TV on my big-screen TV (I think it's important and relevant for a reviewer to tell us the venue because there's a huge difference between watching a movie on an phone, tablet, laptop, desktop, TV, or in a theater — in terms of just about everything.).

Long review short: I loved it.

Brit Marling is sui generis, excellent at/in everything she touches.

I wonder what would happen if Megan Ellison dropped an unlimited money bomb on her so she could do ANYTHING she wanted?

That would be epic.

Who knows?

Could happen.

But I digress.

This movie was just so watchable and interesting from the get-go and apart from one scene I won't describe — mainly because it might put people off from watching just reading about it (and no — I'm not worried you'll be put off by this paragraph because you'll have forgotten it in five minutes) — could best be described as "moving."

Marling has a rare quality of being willing to consider the possibility that magic is afoot in every waking moment.

Most people involved in movies — actors, directors, producers, the whole industry — have lost sight of this, assuming of course that it was ever even within their scope.

The final moments of "Sound Of My Voice" are perfect: resonant, disturbing, and memorable.

What if things are not what they seem?

That is the question, and here are 85 minutes of film that ask it in a way that — as of this writing at 9:55 a.m. today, about 11 hours after I finished watching — makes me consider doing something I never, ever do: watch the movie again.