emma katharine’s review published on Letterboxd:
if this had just been about sandie it would have been the giallo it was meant to be, i think. instead it's just intermittent clips of anya taylor joy absolutely crushing it framed with a messy narrative in which she becomes sainted then villainzed by the completely useless and vanilla ellie, who has no discernable characteristics that warrant her being the main focus, and it's her misguided obsessive savior complex that ultimately destroys it. i'm fine with sandie's fate, calling to mind an argento made lilya-4ever, but it feels like there has to be something in between victims and villains for women that Wright could have found by focusing on sandie's story independently instead of through the eyes of an unreliable and insufferable narrator.
but fuck, y'all, anya taylor joy.