Nick R 🌒’s review published on Letterboxd:
A blood pantomime of American insanity so overt (“‘Nam-Land!!”) and overloaded that it evades normal text/subtext logic, opening up a portal strewn with Christmas lights onto the flayed inside of familiar concerns: the cult of family, the brutality of history, idiot misogyny, industrial agriculture, and a cultural Secret Sauce impossible to resist even when we know the main ingredient is suffering.
The table is set with multiple bottles of ketchup and Tabasco, a skull full of green onions, a radio, and a plastic pitcher—a feast for Grandpa. In a way this is Sam Shepard to the nth degree.