Picture the scene: it is the Oscars in 2027, and in the running for best picture are several movies that made you feel as though your brain was plucked from your skull and dunked luxuriously in liquid LSD. The assembled glitterati have made their way to the Dolby theatre in Los Angeles, but things are not as they used to be. Instead of worthy, glacially paced films about the history of cinema, the horrors of war, famous figures from the golden age of rock’n’roll or people from Ireland who spend a lot of time in the pub, Hollywood is celebrating a new generation of head-spinning, logic-refracting, universe-leaping, cine-literate science-fiction masterpieces.
This is only one of many possible futures. But if Everything Everywhere All at Once carries all before it on Sunday, it’s a future that just might morph into reality.
