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Pooki’s review published on Letterboxd:
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Anatomy of a bad boy, and the rare film where the guiding philosophy of "sure, why not?" pays off. There's a lot to like here, not least of all the creamy, grainy reversal stock aesthetic. The broad narrative arc isn't revolutionary, but the execution is a brilliant balance of jokey, surreal spontaneity and emotional sincerity. Ricci's Layla/Wendy is a kind of compassionate viewer stand-in against Gallo's Billy, whose bad temper and general uncouth abusiveness belies a terribly wounded, lost boy yearning for love. Maybe more than a little mushy or trite here and there, but Gallo and Ricci sell it like nobody's business.