
Mild spoiler alert to follow. The idyllic start takes a sudden turn when the couple realizes that they are not alone. Worse than being terrorized by strangers, the people they find inhabiting the cottage are idealized versions of themselves. Whenever Duplass retreats to the guest house on the property he meets a kinder, more tolerant, more sexy version of his wife. When Moss enters the guest house, she meets a more easy going, less cynical, less bitter version of her husband. She’s reunited with the man she fell in love with years earlier. Confronted by their doppelgangers, the couple runs, but then are sucked back to explore the possibilities. Duplass wants nothing to do with this house of mirrors, but Moss, who is clearly more wounded by their disintegrating marriage, feels that regardless of the bizarre nature of this occurrence, it represents possibilities worth exploring.
The One I Love sets a great tone. It’s got a bit of austere sci-fi creep, with hints of The Twilight Zone, Night Gallery, and late night 70s B Movies like Magic. It also owes a debt to John Frankenheimer’s Seconds. But there’s dark comedy floating about as well. Only one of them can experience a doppelganger at a time. They have to hash out the ground rules for this trust exercise. It’s funny stuff. Obviously insecurities arise. Sometimes they are played for comedy, other times for melancholy.
The One I Love is streaming on Netflix and worth 90 minutes of your time.
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