Rodney Ascher’s Room 237 might be the best film I’ve seen at
Sundance this year. It’s certainly the film to which I had the most personal
response. My Kubrick obsession is fairly
well-documented, and in my early 20s the thoughts swirling in my head weren’t
unlike the ones expressed in the film. I wasn't much of a conspiracy theorist, to be fair, but I spent a lot of time – a
lot of time, too much time, time that probably should have been better spent
having a life – arguing about this sort of stuff.
