Don Hertzfeldt’s one-hour odyssey through the life of one exceptionally lonely stick figure, Bill, has fast become a near-universally adored film. Combining mundane observations with themes of mental illness and more than a handful of existential crises, the film is a rather beautiful work which attempts to say a hell of a lot in just 60 minutes. Certainly, Hertzfeldt’s sense of bleak humour is brilliant as is the collage-like nature of his animations. Although I don’t quite think the film is as philosophically deep as the critical consensus believes, it’s still quite poignant and truthful, particularly in dealing with the existential fear of losing one’s memory and with it, one’s identity. For such purposes, Bill is quite the convincing protagonist, a blank slate of void.