Mesmerising: All of Us Strangers reviewed

Andrew Haigh’s All of Us Strangers is an aching tale of grief, loss and loneliness starring Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal, so I probably don’t need to tell you the acting is off the scale but I will anyway: the acting is off the scale. Scott, in particular, infuses his character with such vulnerability that you’ll want to reach into the screen and comfort him. And while it does feature ghosts, don’t let that put you off. They’re the doable kind rather than the walking-through-walls, ‘wooOOO-wooOOO’ kind. (Huge relief all round.)

Haigh makes complex, intimate, single-protagonist films (Weekend, 45 Years, Lean on Pete) and this is no exception. Here Scott plays Adam, who lives on the 27th floor of a plush but barely populated London tower block that gives off Ballardian vibes. The opening five minutes do enough to tell us he is not in a good place. He watches daytime TV, eats biscuits, inspects the contents of his fridge (curdled takeaway leftovers), puts Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s ‘The Power of Love’ on the turntable, which becomes something of a leitmotif.