The first hour of Don McKay
can be somewhat arbitrarily compared to the first five seasons of Lost
, as both are effective demonstrations of the addictive draw of a rigorous, though often ridiculous, enigma. The audience is presented with a mystery that extends past “who, what, where, when, and why” into the realm of “how” and “huh?” The churn of events surrounding the film’s title character is so lucidly bizarre that the narrative pushes open the door to the imagination, until solutions which would normally be dismissed as absurd, capricious, or outlandish suddenly emerge as the most reasonable explanations. Twenty minutes into the film, a brain scan of...