Genny Gadd’s review published on Letterboxd:
The gritty realism (belching, close up shots of dirty dishes, Vanessa Kirby's adult nappy) is somewhat undermined by the emotional signposting of the score and the overly theatrical Oscar-baity monologues. Still, Vanessa Kirby delivered some heart-rending moments. Shia Labeouf seems to think he is a wharfie in an Arthur Miller play, and is not believable as Kirby's partner. I also would've liked to have seen a more nuanced exploration of grief, as opposed to just continuously hitting you over the head with scene after withering scene, replete with devastating looks and austere imagery. Grief is complex, and doesn't often follow the linear one noted path that the films suggest it does.