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The other night at a local library, I did an Oscars presentation, offering some uneducated guesses on who and what might win on March 12. When the subject turned to “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — a film that entranced roughly half the folks in attendance, while exasperating the other half, like some sort of love-it-or-hate-it rebuke to nuance — I said, well, here I am, right in the middle, careening wildly from admiration to exhaustion on this one, often within the same eyeblink moment. For a likely minority, that’s the sort of movie it is. You can thrill to the breathless, clarifying s…
