And she’s got a great scene partner in Stevens, refining his star power into a just slightly, almost imperceptibly mechanical approximation of Don Juan smolder. He lets us admire the interface and still see the code ticking away underneath it.

When I think of the love my father never gave me I feel encased in a veil with steel threads. … Sometimes a happy thought can make me jump for joy, but I must be careful: if I jump too high, I'll bump into the veil. It doesn't hurt, but it always tinges my joy with sadness.

No, said Heidi. Not that way. That was me, trying to be different. He was as undifferent as you can get, but he was somebody else's undifferent. I just had this feeling that I could step into somebody else's shoes. […]

The poor schmo would immediately break down and confess that he did a lot of other bad things as well.