Wondrous, dense and utterly abstruse, Shane Carruth’s Upstream Color is the sort of film that surrenders more on a second viewing. Or third, or eighth. Yet, it still doesn’t surrender everything. If anything it asks surrender of the viewer. To watch Upstream Color is to accept incongruity, embrace esotericism and really to roll with what is on offer. Oddly, this is a good thing. A really good thing. “You can force your story’s shape but the color always blooms upstream.” Two watches in, and that statement is no closer to making an iota of sense, but that is okay. Mysticism is the order in Upstream Color.