As a concept, Memento might’ve worked best as a play. As a film, it’s tedious and exhausting—my god, all the solitary, amnesiac voice-over, and all that fucking shouting. The brilliant performances from Carrie-Anne Moss and Joe Pantoliano don’t make the story’s core intrigue any less convoluted or stressful or any more graceful in its prioritizing style so highly above sense. Which, hey: you could say the same about Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, for instance, but at least that pretty shitshow is linear, coherent, and doesn’t ask that I swallow six aspirin in order to follow its events and reveals properly. Memento is interesting in the very same sense that calculus is interesting; sure, I guess, God forbid you subject me to it for more than twenty minutes per semester. Memento's hits-blunt fatality of a finale scrambles its rewatch value in any case. — Justin Charity