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Immortality review – an ingenious Hollywood mystery made less profound by the invitation to solve it

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Sam Barlows epic mystery of self-reference and cinema is an elaborate, ingenious enigma – one that would be even better if it didnt want to be solved.

Theres a theory going that Christopher Nolan is haunted by Stanley Kubrick – haunted but, crucially, not possessed. Nolans hardly shunned the comparisons (and fair enough – few directors would). He naturally talked about 2001: A Space Odyssey during the promotional rounds for Interstellar, his sci-fi epic about humanitys place in the universe. And about the way Hans Zimmer, his composer, borrowed moments of 2001s Thus Spake Zarathustra and worked that into Interstellars score.

But the reason hes haunted by Kubrick, as opposed to possessed, is that while Nolans work has always channelled a bit of Kubricks, its never truly become it – never quite ascending to that plane. Nolan, since the still extraordinary Memento, has been a director who takes the themes, the scale, the technical marvel of directors like Kubrick and channelled these into making films that are repeatedly, often incomparably impressive. The problem, and the reason why it often feels like hes carrying around this Kubrickian curse, is there is a difference between films that are impressive and films that are profound.

The temptation for me here is to look at Immortality, a game of demons, vice, and backwards talking, centred on mystery and murder, and say that just as Nolan is haunted by Kubrick, Sam Barlow, Immortalitys director and co-writer, is haunted by David Lynch.

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Heres Immortalitys reveal trailer. My advice is to go in knowing nothing more than whats shown here – the discovery is the joy of it.

That would be wrong, though, for one because Barlows previous games, fellow video-scrubbing mysteries Her Story and Telling Lies, have barely a whiff of Lynch about them. They are their own things. More than that, the influence here probably has at least a little to do with the involvement of Barry Gifford as Immortalitys fourth co-writer, along with Barlow, Amelia Gray and Allan Scott. Gifford is the author of Wild at Heart and screenwriter of Lost Highway, two films David Lynch directed. So no. Immortality and Lynch is really less of a haunting, more of a close encounter.

The real parallel here is between the type of filmmaker Nolan is, and the type of game-maker Barlow is, and the types of things they make as a result. Just like Nolan, with Immortality Barlow has built a technical marvel that is impressive to behold. Its the type of game built on layers upon layers of planning, of the kind you see with Nolans “plot map” drawn up for Inception.

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This is Christopher Nolan’s hand drawn plot map for his film Inception. pic.twitter.com/XryPvlvqYp

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These structures are feats of engineering, stories that require blueprints, protractors, diagrams. What I keep coming back to with Immortality, though, is the job of an architect. Someone to ask how you build a structure but also what youre building it for – to ask how humans not only tend to use a building to work or to live, but how they ought to as well – to take the engineering and put it in service to a bit of philosophy. Paste that slightly clunky metaphor onto making a video game, not least a game like this – a structure that should find it impossible to stand up straight – and you have an almighty task. Its the one thing, above all else in Immortality, that you can feel Barlow wrestling with throughout.

Lets walk it back a bit though. Immortality is, like Her Story and Telling Lies before it, a game about trawling through reams of video footage to solve a mystery. The mystery in this case is that of Marissa Marcel, an actress who stars in two films in the late 1960s at about 20 years old, then disappears, then reappears in 1999 to star in another film. She also looks the exact same in 1999 as she does in 1968, but nobody seems to mention this. (This includes in the About blurb, which is tucked away on the main menu but something I would call essential for players – it should arguably be part of an opening crawl, something all players see on screen when they begin rather than a missable bit of detail, but thats a quibble.)

Immortality review - an opening slate in the 1999 era

Immortality review - a hand-written opening card for the Making of Minsky documentary 1970

The footage you have is from these three films, plus some clippings from rehearsals, behind the scenes documentaries, and the very occasional personal film. Your task is to piece together what happened, scrubbing back and forth in different clips at different speeds – but crucially, navigating through them via Immortalitys major invention, something it calls the concordance feature. This is effectively a hyperlink, something you click on to travel from one on-screen element to a different clip with a matching one (Immortality, being meta, calls these match cuts). You might click on a key, in one scene from the 1968 film Ambrosia, for instance, and arrive mid-way through a scene featuring another key in Two of Everything, shot in 1999.

Immortalitys bravest gambit is to tell you this is possible, then simply drop you into a scene and leave you to it. The result is messy, maze-like and unclear, but by dint of that far more organic than a linear mystery that drags you through it by the nose. There are multiple hyperlinks per scene – usually about three to five on screen at once, give or take – and so the possibilities spiral outwards dramatically. From that first scene you will, I guarantee, end up in an entirely different place than I did, arriving there by an entirely different route. Quickly you will feel lost, and soon after that you might feel, if youre like me, as though youre doing something closer to workplace paperwork than playing a game. The first analogy I had for Immortality was my own inbox, an exhausting, incomprehensible spaghetti-mound of information to sift through, while looking for an attachment or an invoice, my own system of labelling and filing flattering to deceive.

Immortality review - actors sit around a reading table in 1999, but position themselves exactly as in The Last Supper

Immortality review - a priest in a red cowl looking at the camera saying your soul will descend straight to hell
At times, working through Immortalitys footage can feel like those early moments in an escape room, where youre not sure what piece of oddly nailed-down furniture is a clue, and whats just… there.

Get beyond that, though, and Immortality will morph from a depressing Tuesday afternoon at your desk into something far more salacious and exciting, a wicked web of overtly-themed, cinema-history vice. Apples, snakes; oranges, nudity; keys, mystery; guns and knives and bloody hands. Probably a Maltese Falcon if you look hard enough, somewhere on a shelf. Characters will wink at you down the lens – Immortality loves breaking the fourth wall, loves to lampshade, to allude to, to reference a reference; it is beyond obsessed with cinema and this is barely the start of it – as they move from one societal taboo to another. Themes recur and recur until they seem like much more than just a theme – more a pointed remark. On-screen nudity in a work of gothic erotica (a scene where a character performs sex in a way that is taboo, in a film about the taboos of sex, in a game about…) Or an actor (playing an actor) taking pretend drugs only to find them real. Or a murder, a case of double identity, on and on and on until your brain turns to soup and your list of “favourited” clips, ones youd linked together for some long forgotten reason, loses all meaning and sense.

To let you toil like this is inspired, a cruelness balanced perfectly by Immortalitys brevity – youre never lost for more than a couple of hours – and executed with confounding, magnetic, vicious brilliance by Manon Gage, who plays the many versions of Marissa Marcel. Barlow has a thing for Hollywood doppelgangers, an issue that can rear its head with independent, film-adjacent media like this – and one that can lend plenty of similar games a sense of student short-film earnestness, and awkwardness. Gage is the spit of Anya Taylor-Joy, which had me worried, but she is wonderfully cast here, slipping effortlessly between Marcels many roles like costumes in her wardrobe.

Immortality review - Carl, in character, is given drugs by Marissa

Immortality review - the 1999 film, Marissas character, Maria, is shown mo-cap in action

Immortality review - in rehearsals, Marissa talks with a stand-in actress for her, playing her doppelganger in the movie

Immortality review - Marissa and Carl in a scene sat under a painting of Marissa

The rest of Immortalitys cast do similarly well, across sets of varied grimness, from sordid erotica to 70s seed to modern pop-trash (characters love to call things modern – is Barlow playing with analysis, are the themes deliberate comments on that? Are they red herrings? Whats the bet there is a red herring in the background somewhere?). Each of these settings becomes alarmingly gripping, each a point of genuine fascination on its own, thanks in large part to their wonderfully poised performances, intentionally split across hamminess and self-regard. Its easy to forget these are often actors playing actors, repeatedly chopping in and out of character, while also firing hints at you, the player, down the lens to think about what youre seeing, or follow a link elsewhere. I cant fathom how they pulled it off.

Those hyperlinks could be people or they could be objects – often they are props, and scenes will usually feature at least one that seems to have been focused on with a kind of directorial eye (so obviously, in some cases, that you assume this must be Barlow being meta again: look how I prominently place this vase in the frame, how I light this book, mention that apple, in the same scene where a man plays a director based very obviously on Hitchcock, in black and white suit and tie). Occasionally, their obviousness feels less deliberate and more a necessity, a means of getting you to click the “right” concordance: a runner handing an actor a gun, but holding it with such modelled poise youd think youd slipped onto the shopping channel.

But that question – am I doing this right?! – pervades throughout, and the uncertainty became, at least for me, part of the fun. My suspicion with Immortality is that there is a right way, and that I did not get it right. At one point I unlocked an achievement for “what happened to Marissa Marcel”. A little later I reached the end credits. I could not tell you what happened to her, why it happened, what it means, what Immortality really wanted from me all along. Ive wrestled with it and compared notes, doubted methods, gone through favourites and more.

Immortality review - the director John Durick on a private 8mm film says an artist should be familiar with his material

Immortality review - Marissa interviewed in front of a shiny reflective wall during a making-of documentary in 1970

Immortality review - Marissa and another actor during a sex scene in 1968 film Ambrosia
Call her Miss En-Scene.

I barely touched the various means of organising and filtering the footage – should I have? I was too busy leaping from one sub-mystery to the next, too hooked – surely the right thing – to pull back out to the overview and note down where I was. Surely the wrong thing, given the ability to do so is there, and so emphasised at first before sending you off. But I found the things – Ill talk around their exact nature, dont worry – that I believe Id been put there to find, and those achievements did pop and the credits did roll.

This is a blessing and a curse for Immortality. Barlow has succeeded, in a way, in cutting me free and letting me find a thread of my own through his remarkably networked world. But upon reaching the other side Im not entirely sure he wanted to. I think Ive been freer than I was meant to be. I think I still have too many dangling threads. And this is why, when I think about Immortality, I cant escape the plight of poor Christopher Nolan, who once asked why so many audiences tried to “solve” his films, instead of simply letting the films wash over them. Im loath to explain filmmaking to anyone, let alone him, but I do think I know the answer, and its the same dilemma that stops me really falling for Immortality. People try to solve his films because he doesnt really make films. He makes puzzles. Immortality, I feel, is a puzzle. An immaculately conceived puzzle, built with superlative skill – and genuinely thrilling in its own right. But its hard for a puzzle to feel profound.

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