Max Oxley’s review published on Letterboxd:
A film about what there was, what there could have been and what there will never be again. Suuuper mellow, meditative even, yet also deeply sad. You can’t accuse Reichardt’s films of lacking atmosphere, though I’m sure people have done so anyway. Reminded me of Linklater’s It’s Impossible to Learn to Plow By Reading Books, but crucially, with added context. Oh, and it co-stars Lucy the dog (honestly the saddest celebrity death of the past 10 years) so yeah, I liked it quite a bit.
All that being said, Will Oldham’s ‘the universe is a falling tear’ theory was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard, shut the hell up bro.