Eva Zee’s review published on Letterboxd:
a delightfully “minor” work about the spirituality of broken people, one which takes their belief seriously (the little rustle of the bushes every time Hank is cast out, repeated so many times it goes from magical to mundane), even though it has no trouble laughing along with the sublime ridiculousness of faith, surrounded as it is by banality and cruelty. one of the loveliest films about how to keep living through trauma and fashion a life for yourself against the world. delicately constructed and transient, a bit like a boat of matches crumbling into a pile of ash only to be lovingly rebuilt and finally peopled
“a man’s heart has gotta have a reason to pump, even if it’s down to countin’ two trains a day”
"loving you is my best use, my only use"