If you lost your parents when they were relatively young, there comes a time when you hit a milestone and realize that you’re now older than they were when they passed. If that isn’t unsettling enough, imagine if you found yourself in the home where you grew up — and your parents are there, apparently frozen in time, maybe 10 years younger than you are now and seemingly unfazed by the fact you can see each other, communicate with each other, hold each other. Maybe they’re ghosts; maybe they’re not. They seem real, and of this time and place.
This is what happens in writer-director’s Andrew Haigh’s elegant and startling and ambitiously spiritual “All of Us Strangers,” and I ask you to trust me when I tell you this is no major spoiler (it’s spelled out in the press materials and in virtually every review and story about the film), and that I’ll refrain from revealing the major, big-swing twists and turns that lead up to a couple of big reveals that will either shatter your heart or have you thinking: Of course. I knew that was coming.
