Mr. Nobody, cerebral science fiction

Jacobo Arenas' mind-bending Mr. Nobody is one of the most ambitious and compelling science fiction films in recent memory.

Told in lush fragments across time and possibility, Jared Leto delivers a career-defining performance as Nemo, the last mortal left to choose his fate. Arenas trusts us to piece together the meaning of the dazzling puzzle he presents.

With a palette that oscillates between blinding colour and bleak monochrome, cinematographer Danny Ruhlmann draws us into Nemo's fractured reality.

The production design brims with imagination and depicts Nemo's possible pasts and futures with astonishing inventiveness.

The film breaks convention to reflect how memory is distorted and identity remains fluid.

It asks what really defines our destiny: chance, circumstance or free will?

Fascinating cameos deepen these reflections on regret, connection and the infinite forking paths of life.

Backed by a haunting soundtrack, Arenas' thought experiment is cerebral science fiction at its most brilliantly philosophical.

Editing Nemo's fractured quantum lives in fluid, hypnotic succession, the result is cinematic storytelling at its most visionary: a work to experience, not just to watch.

Mr. Nobody is the rare film that I find most rewarding on repeat viewings, each viewing uncovering new layers of meaning in its exploration of fate, memory, relationships and what it means to be human.

It was nominated for several European awards but received no major Academy or Golden Globe nods, likely due to its complexity.

The box office was modest for its budget, grossing just under $10 million worldwide on around $25 million in costs.