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The Arc of Oblivion wonders if humans are dumb. (After all, we do try to preserve things in a universe in which seemingly everything decays.) It is a playful documentary, full of connections.

For example: The director/narrator decides to build a big ol’ boat on mom and dad’s land-locked property, because, why not?

Yep. And with each step things become more curious. See this cement? Well, apparently you can’t make it without limestone, which apparently you can’t make without a million seashells being pressure-crushed at the bottom of the ocean. And by the way the phrase “in the limelight” is somehow related to this. And did you know that tree rings are like a permanent record? Like bat poop?

The narrated adventures we embark upon start at our director’s curiosity (or concern?), and are many. But the movie’s best parts are when the people we meet along the way share their thoughts. Tree-ring scientists and poets, carpenters and neuroscientists; all are invited to see the ark and chit chat. And if that sounds boring, don’t worry, we go to the Alps and the Sahara and the Antarctic, too.

Sure the topic is morbid, but the movie watches light. It’s like a visual diary from that smart kid from the fourth grade trying to think through a timeless and complex problem that the teacher knows they won’t be able to answer—but that’ll be fun, interesting, and perhaps just the tiniest bit insightful to follow along with anyway.

No commentary necessary here; completely straightforward.

Hi. I’m glad you’re here, because you deserve to watch Angel Applicant.

It’s nothing less than a non-religious religious experience. Like crying into your grandma’s arms and feeling better. Heck, like confronting all of life with gentleness and curiosity and hope.

But I’m waxing philosophic about it way more than Ken would—and this is Ken’s movie. He’s our subject, narrator, and director, and he’s the one living with a disease that tightens his skin like plastic wrap. Maybe his organs, too. Might be why his speech is so soft.

If this sounds morbid, it’s not. Sure, he’ll tell us what it’s like to be mistaken for a mannequin or be unrecognizable to his niece, but he’ll also tell us about how he came across—serendipitously—an artist from 100 years ago whose work seems to capture the very essence of what Ken has been feeling with his disease, even as his feelings change. The coincidence is almost unbelievable.

Ken went to art school before his corporate job and before getting sick, so he has an eye for things. The way he presents this newfound art to us, the way he looks at it with us and asks questions with us, is every bit as gorgeous as the world-class art itself. The movie is perhaps the most patient, deliberate, meaningful montage you’ll ever see, created by two minds and bodies years and cultures apart.

Angel Applicant is poetry and philosophy, tenderness and wonder.