Everything looks OK, as Bliss immediately keeps on investigating the obscured line among reproduction and reality, complete with scenes where Isabel shows him a supernatural power by simply waving a finger. Yet, as the film advances further, it gets untidy and horrendously dreary. It resembles one of those brain bowing science fiction films where you need to acknowledge it as it is regardless of how senseless and incredible the story ends up being. Really awful essayist chief Mike Cahill overwhelmed his film with an excessive number of unanswered inquiries and it doesn't help that he loves to go vague in a horrendously obfuscated way. Bliss additionally attempts to slip into a sentimental dramatization of sorts, where Greg and Isabel end up being "perfect partners" however their science scarcely triggers a flash at all and barely defended why they truly implied for one another.