Nathan Finlayson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Film of the Century.
I can't quite sum up how I am feeling right now, which for me seems like a dishonest crime. Even though I am unable to formulate anything resembling cohernace, the feeling I have is a familiar one, and that gives some comfort. I have been here before, but I am still struggling to process it.
No piece of art is ever an individual experience, and trying to argue as such is rejecting what makes cinema so powerful. Yet having watched Ad Astra, all I can think of are selfish musing about what the film said to me. Usually that isn't good enough, but somehow, in this instance it's all I have.
And bizarrely, that offers me peace.