epiglottis’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's at least something different for Connelly, who never quite grew into her early 2000s potential and instead locked herself into playing the same ethereal, fraying women over and over again. As evidenced by the bizarre tone, though, Dustin Lance Black doesn't have enough of a handle on his material to guide her to a cohesive performance. And when she's already fighting against horrid lighting, redundant voiceover, and unnecessary casual racism, her efforts can't justify the movie's existence. The spurts of weirdness and the inchoate Southern gothic atmosphere suggest a provocative milieu that Black cannot convincingly execute in any way.