Henry Colin Lets Mystery Do the Heavy Lifting
Lost in Time is the kind of film that fractures, refracts, and quietly asks you to keep up. Directed by Canadian filmmaker Henry Colin, this sci-fi mind-bender drifts between worlds, timelines, and half-remembered truths, following Leda Calder (played by Alexa Morden) as she attempts to reconstruct a past that refuses to stay still. Is memory a record or a story we keep rewriting to survive?
Leda moves through realities like a ghost haunting her own life, each shift revealing new fissures in what she believes to be true. Anchoring her is Jane (Holly Stevens), a friend whose warmth and ambiguity suggest both comfort and concealment. Their chemistry is immediate and believable. Without that emotional tether, the puzzle-box narrative might collapse under its own weight but it doesn’t.
Colin directs with confidence. Bold indie filmmaking that trusts its audience, refusing to spoon-feed answers or flatten its mysteries. The cinematography is clean yet expressive, with lighting that subtly signals shifts in time and perception without resorting to visual gimmicks. Each frame feels deliberate, as if reality itself has been carefully staged and framed.
Performance-wise, the film is its strongest asset. Morden carries the weight of confusion, fear, and curiosity with a precision that never slips into melodrama. Stevens plays her role with just enough opacity to keep us guessing. Who knows more than they’re saying? And what, exactly, is being left unsaid?
If there’s a stumble, it’s in the pacing. The film occasionally lingers too long in its own atmosphere, moments stretching where a sharper cut might heighten urgency. But even this flaw feels forgivable and almost thematic. After all, it's a film about pauses, gaps, and the uneasy space between certainty and doubt.
Ultimately, Henry Colin delivers almost everything right. It’s thoughtful without being pretentious, mysterious without being hollow. Beneath its sci-fi skin lies a philosophical hum: if identity is built from memory, what happens when those memories can’t be trusted?
