Lena Frances’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Maybe I died a long time ago, and I'm just an artificial product of a cyber brain and synthetic body. Or maybe there never was a real me in the first place."
"Can you guarantee that I will still be myself?"
"There isn't one. People change and your longing to remain yourself will continue to restrict you."
Somehow beautiful, terrifying and tragic all at once. Will be unpacking how much of a horror story this is, whether it's about a disturbing tale dissolution of self or a journey to a kind of transcendence. Either way, it hit upon notions of identity and humanity that I've often thought about in the dark recesses of my mind. What are we but artifice, and is there any way to make peace with that?