What is so striking about Charlie Kaufman’s “Anomalisa” is not that it feels so alien — it’s that it feels so familiar.
It is the type of story many feel we do not need more of: A white, middle-class, middle-aged man checks into a hotel for a business conference and has something resembling a midlife crisis, complete with drunkenness, infidelity and poor judgment about gifts for his son.
Not too exciting, progressive or particularly interesting. Woody Allen has made movies of this emotional depth and tone roughly 1 billion times. The self-involvement, it burns!