Nathalie Phan-Clifford

I don't even know if I have the proper words to describe my feelings at the moment. I saw You Can See Everything on its opening night on Friday. As someone who is keenly aware of your body of work, your attention to detail, mastery of absurdity that teeters on the surreal, I really felt this was your magnum opus. Just when I thought you couldn't outdo yourself after season 2 of The Rehearsal, you and Lance have given me yet another reason to doubt my own instincts and my own reality. These thoughts have stuck with me throughout the weekend and inevitably will continue to occupy my Monday. 

SPOILERS BELOW.

The film felt like watching you do a sleight of hand in slow motion, hearing you explain it as you were doing it, and still witness your audience growing more and more perplexed as time passed. Of course, you've made an entire career from blurring the lines between reality and simulation. Every work is a magic trick, and this was your best one yet.

You gave us plenty of indication that you were in fact deceiving us: telling Amanda that Elizabeth doesn't drink coffee while showing us that she drank Starbucks right before prison; driving in a Mitsubishi to visit Liz in prison and in the re-enactment, carrying Toyota keys through security; and of course, swimming with Liz in the Pacific Ocean in the very last scene. 

You told us you were performing a sleight of hand, most of the audience knew and expected that you were performing a sleight of hand, but still it captivated us and gave us a stellar definition for "mindfuck."

You Can See Everything was an absolute original masterpiece and a fantastic documentary about deception. It will remain with me for a very long time. It is a rare and perfect movie. 10 out of 10.