I would argue that Glenn Gould is both a very significant artist, and one that is strangely overlooked by the world. Except in Canada. I think Canadians are too polite to protest this injustice. I think the film does a great job of shedding some light on this polymath genius.
Why 32? Is 32 the magic number? Is 32 the age in which Glenn Gould first encountered Burger King? Is 32 his shoe size? Why 32? Why not 78? Godamnit why not 1086 because I want to know everything about Glenn Gould now.
I'd prefer a biopic. The interviews inspire warm tears, but the vignettes are little more than hazy dreams of an admirer, weak efforts to etch features on a shadow. I especially dislike the sequences that devise mocking tones from the percussiveness of Gould's harpsichord-derived technique.
".. for every hour you spend with other human beings, you need X number of hours alone. Now what that X represents l don't really know. whether it be two and seven-eighths or seven and two-eighths. but it's a substantial ratio. "