Number nine on our list of the ten most anticipated anti-blockbusters this summer was a movie called Cold Souls, from first-time director Sophia Barthes. In it, Paul Giamatti plays Paul Giamatti, who is so emotionally weighed down that he decides to try something called “Soul Storage,” which provides relief from man’s existential burden through the extraction (and cold storage) of the soul.

Unfortunately, things go awry, the Soul Storage facility loses Giamatti’s soul, it gets stolen by soul traffickers, and he’s forced to rent someone else’s soul. Damn the luck.

Essentially, it’s the most Charlie Kaufmanesque movie ever not written by Charlie Kaufman, and I bet he’s hating himself for not thinking of it first.

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