We Live in Time

We Live in Time is profoundly mediocre, lacking the verve, sexiness, and raw human emotion we’ve come to expect from Pugh and Garfield.

While We Live in Time and its subject matter might not lay claim to the audience uplift of Crowley’s Oscar-nominated Brooklyn, seldom has such an unflinchingly honest take on mortality felt so transcendently life-affirming.

This is simply a generic and brutally efficient tearjerker—like its title, it aspires to archetypal grandeur and lands somewhere blander.

I like much of the film’s drifting and darting cadence, but it forces us into a more objective vantage point. The movie remains broadly appealing nonetheless, endearing us to two people and making us ache for them.

Ultimately, We Live In Time views Tobias and Almut as abstractions, and by jumping back and forth in time, it never makes them very present.

Scrambling its love story out of order allows We Live in Time to make the most of its gentle touch, if only because its hands are wrapped around our necks from the moment starts.

We Live In Time sends you through a transcending level of emotions as it flashes through the life of one couple. Relatable, emotional, funny, awkward, but sincerely real. Andrew Garfield & Florence Pugh are perfect

A worthy romantic drama. [Full review in Spanish]

... A new age movie for the TikTok era; while dressed elegantly and with consequence, absolutely devious and manipulative. [Full review in Spanish]

A highly emotional tearjerker about the choices that define our lives, the film works well despite crossing the line into overly melodramatic territory thanks to the natural chemistry from co-stars Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh.