With the suspense of the chase blown, Spielberg sets up a dramatic con without the pretense that you’re wondering what will happen in a story adapted from a real and well-known memoir based on true events. He punks us with its trueness.
Arrival has a relationship with time that does not belong in this dimension. It is a prophetic haiku if Tarantino’s trysts with time are a greeting card. Infinite experiences are woven together so fluidly that Villeneuve has confected a film made in the medium of its subject.