Karsten Runquist’s review published on Letterboxd:
Embarrassingly relatable. And I know I say that a lot but this was...aggressive. The freshman roommate, the crying the second you get off the phone with your mom, the ******* ** **** **** **. I can’t pretend this doesn’t have it’s flaws, but I also can’t pretend this isn’t a direct reflection of who I was my freshman year of college. And to an extent, who I still am in a few ways. Which goes to show how well this film blends that immaturity with the traits you’ll hold on to way past that first year.
I feel like every film student thinks about making something like this. And a lot of them do make a film like this. And most of them make something that feels like a giant eye roll. But this did the damn thing and made it work. It really, really works.