oKay’s review published on Letterboxd:
A starkly wild tale of familial trauma steeped in a sea of inverted cottagecore, an uncanny valley-infused folklore dream turned to a harrowing nightmare of a false paradise.
Lamb explores the hereditary nature of trauma. It follows trauma as it creeps out of the primordial ooze and into a life undeserving of its unflinching grasp, passed from one convenient vehicle unto another. Trauma's receiver is not at fault; it's human nature to pass a deep pain on to one another (subconsciously, at that) - it is not an act of malice, but rather one of self-preservation. Survival is at the crux of that initiative, rather than a sinister yearning for another's pain. A trauma survivor is never to blame in this regard.
Lamb is also very simply a fun time - in nature, its baldfaced insanity is rather charming, the film driven by a premise only possibly imaginable in the wildest of dreams. Lamb is the peak of metaphor-driven chaotic cinema, driving home a point very soundly while simultaneously managing to display a scene of delirium - but in the fun way!