Rather than a paean to the passage of ordinary life, it becomes a relentlessly extraordinary imitation of reality, offering much to gawk at but little to feel.

Another deeply flawed, tech-forward endeavour for Zemeckis in which glimmers of human emotion only occasionally break through. Like Cloud Atlas for baby boomers experiencing late-middle-age malaise.

Here may be a prodigy of hyper-choreographed trickery, but its folksy self-importance suggests a less fleet-footed variant on Zemeckis’s Forrest Gump...

"We can recognize in the American director a daring artist who, even at 72, never stops reinventing himself." [Full review in Spanish]