🚫matthew🚫’s review published on Letterboxd:
There's a moment at the end of the second act in which one of the protagonists experiences a vision. This vision features some of the most beautiful animation I've ever seen. The vision is so beautiful, it hurts. The scene is transcendentally gorgeous and it's the type of moment which ignites cinephilia.
Sandwiching this parcel of the sublime is a gorgeous meditation on romance, sentimentality, and duality. I'm very happy to have seen this on the big screen, even if the group of 3 neckbeards behind me were announcing their incredulity at the sentimentality of the film with loud scoffs and audible eyerolls. I'm sure everybody around them was super impressed they were too cool to buy into the tenderness. Why can't people just shut the fuck up during a film and leave everybody else in peace?