Chris Underwood’s review published on Letterboxd:
Ye gods! A pal of mine warned that this was unpleasant. Undaunted I stepped into an almost empty auditorium to endure something a whole lot worse. Unpleasant AND overwritten, poorly acted, badly photographed and pretentious. The dubious acting comprising spouting a pastiche of Moby Dick and Rime of the Ancient Mariner and drunken yelling might have been the fault of the script. But there was really no excuse for the pretentiousness of the b/w academy ratio shooting, or if there was I missed it. Measured and bleak I can deal with but tedious and ostentatiously schoolboy like I cannot. As we slipped into the homo erotism of the second half I felt as if slapped in the face for having put up with the first forty minutes or so.