Review: ‘We Live in Time’: Dying from cancer, the charming and curated version

In the run-up to the release of the twisty weepie “We Live in Time,” A24 released a promotional picture of its main characters, played by Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield, enjoying a carousel ride together, their giddy pleasure overshadowed by the presence of a golden, bug-eyed and, from the look of things, demonically possessed merry-go-round horse in the foreground of the photo. That would be a more interesting movie than “We Live in Time,” which seems less a film than an impeccably curated Instagram account that’s been jumbled out of sequence. Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield in the movie “We Live in Time.” And, crucially, finally, here’s Almut and Tobias in a doctor’s office, learning that her ovarian cancer has returned. Yes, “We Live in Time” is a weepie, though it’s worth wondering if director John Crowley and screenwriter Nick Payne would embrace that label. Thanks to Pugh, I have no doubt that Almut will be remembered: “We Live in Time” contains an almost endless array of exquisitely lit shots of her and Garfield running around English gardens and twinkly carnivals, images that should, in no time, replace that diabolical carousel horse as the preferred meme from this movie.