The dimension of dreams, illusion, memory, hallucination. The frayed edges, the blurred boundaries. What appears to be real is real. Only what we perceive as real is real. We are in relation to each other, to those who love us, to those we love. We are the infinite reflection of the mirror of our eyes in the reflection of the mirror of the other's eyes. Every pain and every love overwrites a new version of each one, in an endless work in progress. We are the project in progress, the never finished.
At every step, in every encounter, we are the deviation from the route, it is us, even though we are no longer us. We are the journey. The foreigners, the vagabonds. Strangers to ourselves, we look to those who love us for the solution to the answer 'who we are'. In the open arms of others we seek refreshment, a break. A quiet place like it has never been. The dimension of love that overcomes pain and fear. The power of love, the power of love to bond beyond time, to make two a universe within the universe. A star that continues to shine even after death. Because death is only one of the conditions in a given dimension, love on the other hand is all the dimensions.
All of us strangers is a film that mixes, in more than just harmony, perfectly equal doses of pain, tenderness, love, eroticism and passion, thanks to two interpreters (Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal) who embody them all with a delicacy and a hypnotic grace.
