From the technical perspective, the techniques used to achieve the moving pictures we get to see on screen, CGI or practical, are all commendable. Now let's talk about the finished product.

The entire concept of a "multiverse" is open to interpretation. This is due to the fact that no one has ever ventured out of our universe if indeed this could be done. If there are infinite version of ourselves then surely nothing is impossible. Our creative minds may not even be capable of imagining all the possible versions of ourselves in existence. It's hard to wrap our brains around the concept itself to begin with. So when asked "What version of yourself, of our world, do you think is out there?", there are no wrong answers. All we need is an open mind.

An open mind is what I had when I sat down watch this film. I was open to accept the version of the multiverse this movie has to offer. There is, after all, no wrong answers. No wrong versions.

Then what is supposed to be a mindbogglingly vast and infinite multiverse has been reduced and forced to play inside a dimly lit, stuffy, cluttered, and claustrophobic little stage where a number of casts and characters are all trying to be significant and profound all at the same time. I tried my very best to keep an open mind, just be at awe of this supposed magnificent achievement in film making.

Then lesbians with sausage fingers and talking rocks says I'm taking myself way too seriously.