Critics reviews

Where the film's romance felt intriguingly unpredictable precisely because it wasn't overly constrained by plot, the much plottier later section comes off as fairly pro forma - inevitably sad for what happens to these characters we've come to like and care about but more blandly disappointing than tragic, which is itself a shame.

A hair too elliptical for its own good, A Copy of My Mind still felt like Three Days of the Condor compared to other films at BIFF, even though it's really just a beautifully acted love story with some paranoia politics on the side.

It has a captivating Indonesian couple (a peddler of pirated DVDs who specializes in lousy subtitles, a beauty salon servant with a kleptomaniac streak) and a wryly observational flow that's unfortunately interrupted by a thriller plot.