This is a theory of everything where everything that familiar word is infinite.
Where nothing, in fact, is ever going to be everything.
More immediately attractive is Karin Honig (Olivia Ross), the hotel pianist.
The Theory of EverythingCharades
Above ground, the physical world is erupting with random oddities.
Strathens customary irritation is further inflamed when he gets a strange skin rash that soon spreads to other guests.
Overhead, the clouds roll into tsunamis of vapor.
There are other deaths.
There are also, more bizarrely, reappearances.
Is Blumberg really dead?
Is anyone actually dead at all, ever?
Karin is there too, seen intermittently in the flash of the explosions.
And then she isnt.
The mystery beneath the mountains is never solved, because this universe all these universes are in perpetual chaos.
The Theory of Everythingactually has elements of everything, cinematically speaking.
A sudden explosion of the image into abstract whirls and swirls could be a slice of 60s psychedelia.
Just as powerfully evocative as this sweep of imagery, however, is the music.
Another Marvel movie or the weird elusiveness ofThe Theory of Everything?
It is a marvelous multiverse that can include both.
