After we’ve seen so many copies of something over so many years, the original stops us in our tracks. It takes our breath away. We’re not all experts who can stand before an original and understand it.

Therefore, without the existence of copies, we wouldn’t understand originals. When we fall in love, we see everything as an original. We’re the ones pulling the wool over our own eyes. We inflate the value so much, and add so many zeros 10 it, that we can’t afford it ourselves. And when we can’t pay the price, we start eliminating, one by one, the zeros on the price lag. We discount the price. Then we arrive at the truth.

The point here, which I truly believe, is that access to the original is out of reach for many of us. Therefore, we should value and appreciate a copy.

That’s what’s important. If there’s one thing in the film that is artistic and not a cliche, it’s that moment midway through the film that sets a game in motion that’s actually more real than any game. In considering the film’s structure, if that scene didn’t unfold as It does midway through, I wouldn’t have written the film.

As a viewer I wouldn’t have had the patience to watch this film, which is supposed to transpire over 15 years, only to get to the end and discover that anyone could have predicted it.