Review

The week’s least downbeat film is ­David Mackenzie’s Perfect Sense, a poetic plague saga in which humans’ senses shut down one by one: a spell of despondency is followed by loss of smell, ravenousness by loss of taste, rage by loss of hearing, etc. But calamity bonds Ewan McGregor as a caddish chef unable to love and the impossibly gorgeous Eva Green as an epidemiologist unable to find love. Instead of the pointy-headed alert to the perils of globalism and bad pork that was Contagion, we get an ode to love, which blooms when all else—and I mean all else—falls away. You’ve got to make room in your heart for a film in which the world ends with neither a bang nor a whimper but a cuddle. — David Edelstein

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