Otie Wheeler’s review published on Letterboxd:
As a camera whirled about a subway station, crashing into its subjects–time against space uncontrollable–the sound of Tracy Thorn singing "Better Things" contra uncorrelated voiceover destroyed me, and I turned it off as quickly as it came on. You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you, I thought, like Angela Chase.
But day destroys night, night divides the day, and finally, years later, I watched this, the prickly twin to Guiguet's Les passagers, all the way through to the end—end of a life, a film, an era, and a public health crisis like no other.
Of all the films I loved and shut off, this was the most beautiful.