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As she did in her striking 2005 debut, "Me and You and Everyone We Know," July creates a fluid cinematic universe.
On the surface, this film is an enchanting meditation. At its core is the hard steel of individuality.
A meditation on mortality, on loneliness, on the way technology and narcissism have intersected to create a fascinating monster, The Future is all of this and more. What Frank Capra would have made of it, who knows? But he would have liked its star.
July is more of a presence than an actress, or even a believable persona.
What does The Future hold? Wonders, each of them weirder and more unnerving than the last.
Halfway into this film, I wanted to smack the mopey bohemian couple played by July and Hamish Linklater; by the end, I realized the director was smacking them for me, and hard. In a case of biting the hand that feeds her, July has made possibly the worst date movie ever for trendy modern couples - a work that traps a pair of passive-aggressive hipsters in a drift of their own making.
This sense of unruly behavior is mitigated, deliberately, by the gentleness and odd comic grace of July's presence and voice.
It can definitely grate on your nerves but, at best, it also gets into your mind, and sticks fast.
The omnipresence of oddity in The Future dilutes its charm: A T-shirt creeps around on its own, a little girl likes being buried neck-deep in the backyard. Whatevs.
July also narrates the film, in voiceover, as the cat, and every time she does, it's a white-knuckle thing. You have to hold on until she stops.
Sometimes these characters say things worth hearing. But too often, and in contrast to her first feature, "Me and You and Everyone We Know," July's calculated delivery doesn't reveal the profundity required to elevate it beyond a self-conscious deadpan.

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