Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
neo-noir gone painfully nuclear. there's a pervasive, aching spirit that resides in the corners and frames and blue skies, people trapped by circumstance and the ambiguity of their search for release. reach out and you can almost touch it. there's an inescapable and resonant loneliness that's been shot unlike anything else i've seen in quite a long time. calling this slow burn feels weird, because from the very beginning there's already this insatiable desire to make you feel tense, when even in the most quiet moments it feels like its all under threat from something. i cant wait to be lured into this films trap again and again.