In the future in which Spike Jonze’s new film Her is set, Los Angeles is a simulacrum of today’s Tokyo, except a faint collective murmur has replaced the feverish cacophony of Tokyo’s streets. Trains swoosh in and out, and people talk to their unbelievably slender devices in animated murmurs. Theodore Twombly (Joaquin Phoenix) writes love letters for a living, because at this time letters are actually in the realm of the exotic. Except for brief encounters with a friend Amy (Amy Adams), an embittered video game developer, Theodore has no human interaction. He plays a video game which requires him to wirelessly propel a digital Sisyphus towards an illusory destination. He plays the ukulele once in a while. And he often plugs in to Internet porn. In his 40s, Theodore is estranged from his wife Catherine (Rooney Mara), and his complete devastation because of it is clear, because Jonze cuts to flashbacks of softly lit, romantic scenes between Catherine and a happy-looking Theodore.