A pernicious bond between the middle-aged Carl (Toby Jones, credibly crushed) and his manipulative mother, Aileen (the grand Anne Reid, passively domineering). Events and timelines dissolve and reassemble like the crystals in the kaleidoscope of the title — a beloved keepsake, we gather, from an otherwise miserable childhood. Or maybe not: Committing completely to Carl’s wobbly perceptions, the filmmakers mire us in a hackneyed swamp of narrative uncertainty. Save yourself the effort of decipherment, and simply enjoy Mr. Blaubach’s baleful shots of high-rise exteriors and broody, squashed interiors. As Carl’s paranoia swells, his world seems to contract until all that’s left is a room, a bed and a woman he loathes.
Source: New York Times December 07, 2017 12:00 UTC