C.

It's called denial and no I don't mean that river in Egypt.

After all, if I had been stuck on a space station, alone, for years and I saw *myself* standing there i might indeed be a bit reluctant to believe my eyes.

If you say so. Either way, C doesn't move anything forward. IMO the film had very little to say on the subject of cloning and humanity so it just spent 90 minutes dawdling. If they'd had more material, but wanted to stick with the denial thing, then they could have cut out the dawdling with a scene where one clone says to the other "you've been ignoring me for 2 days" or whatever. But they didn't, so they didn't. And that's just one example - the whole film is full of such dawdling.

That's my thought. Personally that's one of the parts that I liked trying to figure out: is he crazy, or is there really someone else on the station?

Also, MORE SPOILERS ahead:
Been a while since I saw it so I may be fuzzy on some things, but IIRC that was a hallucination of his (their?) daughter, when he makes the phone call later you can see it's the same girl.

Or at least I'm pretty sure that's how it went...


As I said, a slow, quiet movie, not for everyone ;)

I also thought it might have been his daughter, though I didn't bother rewinding to check, but that still doesn't explain the mystery of why he had a vision of her. It's just a really poor plot device. Something else could have broken the cycle much more believably - some unpredictable circumstance like a system failure or something - but instead we have the first psychic clone. If it were me I'd have woken up the other clones because maybe some of those could have predicted the future or cast spells.

Well that would work, then, because what we call a jelly donut hereabouts doesn't have a hole in the middle either, not in the sense of being a "ring."

It's just a roundish pastry with a jam/jelly type fruit filling.

Aaaaaaaand now I want pastry. :D

Actually, having googled Pfannkuchen, some of the more pancake-y ones look like something I had at this diner in Chicago. They made a fruit pancake that was not cooked on the stovetop/griddle, they would pour the batter into a shallow round baking pan and bake it. The fruit topping that went in the center of the pancake would end up more like a baked pie filling and you could order all different kinds of fresh fruit for it. Plus, the finished product would be about the size of a fruit pie, bigger around than the average dinner plate, although not as deep as a proper pie of course. Man was it good.

Yeah that part was a little weird :hmmm: But I've seen dumber things crammed into beter movies...