Summary

Even before the wretched mess of Klara and the Sun begins, the opening strains of Michael Giacchino’s score playing over the production logos have us bracing for an overload of saccharine whimsy. But what follows is even worse, a film so at odds with itself that it keeps straining for poignancy while trampling on any hint of genuine emotion with forced humor that rarely prompts even a smile.

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