A few deities praying for me.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly - 7.5/10. Herein, I compare 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' to 'District 9.' While 'District 9,' through its two hours, essentially keeps you at arms length from its star, Sharlto Copley, whether through documentary footage that treats him as though he's dead, or being held captive, or running, or in an unreal situation, or in fucking battle armor, its pacing guides you, letting him slip further and further away from the initial impression of him, piece by piece, until you're right there beside him. 'Diving Bell,' in contrast, literally has you inside of the character for three-quarters of the movie, but never lets you know him. That is its flaw.