For its part, Everyday does the “admirable” thing, observing but withholding judgment. However, the very extent to which Winterbottom does this is overweening and calculated. The film makes it a point to never tell us what Ian’s in for. It also makes Her Majesty’s Prison look more like an extended time-out than a traumatic shank-and-rape hellhole. Point being, Everyday will not do anything whatsoever that might disrupt our sympathy with Ian, even for a moment.
It’s not impossible to create something mesmerizing from the mundane... Winterbottom, however, seems genuinely and pointlessly committed to keeping Everydayas uninteresting as humanly possible, as if there’s some greater truth to be found in the sort of tedium that people even edit out of their home movies.
Everyday is not a movie about prison time so much as a prisoner’s conception of time, though the mapping of passing years surprisingly doesn’t add much to the drama onscreen. Even with the actors’ laudable work—especially Simm, who finally shakes off the notion that he’s a poor man’s Simon Pegg—there’s not enough going on past the temporal trick to make the humanistic elements pop. Gimmick aside, the title is regrettably apropos.