Dillon(!)’s review published on Letterboxd:
"There is nothing."
Rebecca Hall MVP. Feels underwritten & somewhat rote, as the interests & personal revelations of the narrative - one concerned with "reverse spaces," the ambiguity of the supernatural contents of the afterlife, and the individual anguish of meaninglessness (subsequent to a loss) - are met with a weak, albeit fascinating "mental health" conceit that would function more properly within another context. Still, the infrequently eerie, adequate moodiness is not without its moments of purpose, especially within the images of the core visual device (used in sparsity, though).