Hasn't left my head in five years. A one-of-a-kind cerebral mini-epic. A museum gallery put to film. Turns the essence of story on its head. A film so large there's no room for characters, places or things.

Last and First Men is dense in atmosphere, built out of textured foggy visions of otherworldly architecture that invites the decoding of its context. Cruel, serene monuments are uplifted (religiously!) by one of the greatest modern film scores. Tones of dread rise and…