Everything Everywhere All at Once Review: Its Messy, and Glorious – The New York Times

The idea of the multiverse has been a conundrum for modern physics and a disaster for modern popular culture. Im aware that some of you here in this universe will disagree, but more often than not a conceit that promises ingenuity and narrative abundance has delivered aggressive brand extension and the infinite recombination of clich. Had I but world enough and time, I might work these thoughts up into a thunderous supervillain rant, but instead Im happy to report that my research has uncovered a rare and precious exception.

That would be Everything Everywhere All at Once, an exuberant swirl of genre anarchy directed by Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert. The filmmakers who work under the name Daniels and who are best known for the wonderfully unclassifiable Swiss Army Man (starring Daniel Radcliffe as a flatulent corpse) are happy to defy the laws of probability, plausibility and coherence. This movies plot is as full of twists and kinks as the pot of noodles that appears in an early scene. Spoiling it would be impossible. Summarizing it would take forever literally!

But while the hectic action sequences and flights of science-fiction mumbo-jumbo are a big part of the fun (and the marketing), they arent really the point. This whirligig runs on tenderness and charm. As in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Pixars Inside Out, the antic cleverness serves a sincere and generous heart. Yes, the movie is a metaphysical multiverse galaxy-brain head trip, but deep down and also right on the surface its a bittersweet domestic drama, a marital comedy, a story of immigrant striving and a hurt-filled ballad of mother-daughter love.

At the center of it all is Evelyn Wang, played by the great Michelle Yeoh with grace, grit and perfect comic timing. Evelyn, who left China as a young woman, runs a laundromat somewhere in America with her husband, Waymond (Ke Huy Quan). Her life is its own small universe of stress and frustration. Evelyns father (James Hong), who all but disowned her when she married Waymond, is visiting to celebrate his birthday. An I.R.S. audit looms. Waymond is filing for divorce, which he says is the only way he can get his wifes attention. Their daughter, Joy (Stephanie Hsu), has self-esteem issues and also a girlfriend named Becky (Tallie Medel), and Evelyn doesnt know how to deal with Joys teenage angst or her sexuality.

The first stretch of Everything Everywhere All At Once is played in a key of almost-realism. There are hints of the cosmic chaos to come, in the form of ominous musical cues (the score is by Son Lux) and swiveling camera movements (the cinematography is by Larkin Seiple) but the mundane chaos of Evelyns existence provides plenty of drama.

To put it another way, the Daniels understand that she and her circumstances are already interesting. The key to Everything is that the proliferating timelines and possibilities, though full of danger and silliness, dont so much represent an alternative to realitys drabness as an extension of its complexity.

Things start to get glitchy as Waymond and Evelyn approach their dreaded meeting with Deirdre, an I.R.S. bureaucrat played with impeccable unpleasantness by Jamie Lee Curtis. Waymond until now a timid, nervous fellow turns into a combat-ready space commando, wielding his fanny pack as a deadly weapon. He hurriedly explains to Evelyn that the stability of the multiverse is threatened by a power-mad fiend named Jobu Tupaki, and that Evelyn must train herself to jump between universes to do battle. The leaps are accomplished by doing something crazy and then pressing a button on an earpiece. The tax office turns into a scene of martial-arts mayhem. Eventually, Jobu Tupaki shows up, and turns out to be

Youll see for yourself. And I hope you do. The Daniels command of modern cinematic tropes is encyclopedic, and also eccentric. As Evelyn zigzags through various universes, she finds herself in a live-action rip-off of Ratatouille; a smoky sendup of Wong Kar-wais In the Mood For Love; a world where humans have hot dogs for fingers and play the piano with their feet; and a childs birthday party where she is a piata. That is a small sampling. The philosophical foundation for this zaniness is the notion that every choice Evelyn (and everyone else) has made in her life was an unwitting act of cosmogenesis. The roads not taken blossom into new universes. World without end.

The metaphysical high jinks turn out to rest on a sturdy moral foundation. The multiverse to say nothing of her own family may lie beyond Evelyns control, but she possesses free will, which means responsibility for her own actions and obligations to the people around her. As her adventures grow more elaborate, she seems at first to be one of those solitary, quasi-messianic movie heroes, the one who has the power to face down absolute evil.

Yeoh certainly has the necessary charisma, but Everything Everywhere is really about something other than the usual heroics. Nobody is alone in the multiverse, which turns out to be a place where families can work on their issues. And while you are likely be tickled and dazzled by the visual variety and whiz-bang effects, you may be surprised to find yourself moved by the performances. Quan, a child star in the 1980s (in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and Goonies), has an almost Chaplinesque ability to swerve from clownishness to pathos. Hsu strikes every note in the Gen-Z songbook with perfect poise. And dont sleep on grandpa: Hong nearly steals the show.

Is it perfect? No movie with this kind of premise or that title will ever be a neat, no-loose-ends kind of deal. Maybe it goes on too long. Maybe it drags in places, or spins too frantically in others. But I like my multiverses messy, and if I say that Everything Everywhere All at Once is too much, its a way of acknowledging the Daniels generosity.

Everything Everywhere All at OnceRated R. Fighting and swearing. Running time: 2 hours 12 minutes. In theaters.

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Everything Everywhere All at Once Review: Its Messy, and Glorious - The New York Times