lyra’s review published on Letterboxd:
fed up with films that rework themselves to feel good, as good people, infinitesimally so, and then self-prescribe that goodness—rather than the conciliatory action—to a sense of moral worth. the bagel typifies the desire for nothingness as an affront to good feeling, despite finding Meaning as a blend of relation sans reciprocal agency, the deferred family at the center of the universe. a white screen is every other color artistically refined, cut short and presented before an audience lacking context, and yet i'm supposed to believe this film is grounded in experience? it's avengers social realism (lol). we begin with evelyn, gazing reflectively at her backwards image through the mirror and end with her repeating the very sameness that marked review of her life hitherto. and so from a position of minute change she repeats without repeating, evelyn has righted all possibility accorded to her own familial conception. like the composite sketch of a narcissist.
