Kristen Santer’s review published on Letterboxd:
idk man...on one hand it was an existential, experimental feature, but on the other hand it was some pretentious bullshit
hearing David Lowery talk afterwards in an Q&A made me lean more towards the latter, since he was like, "yeah, i created a work of art™, bask in the gravitas of casey affleck in a sheet"
but also, i can't stop thinking about it...?
i haven't been this conflicted about a film since i watched mulholland dr.