Lizzy’s review published on Letterboxd:
A pink and magic castle. Expansed streets and humming districts where the sun always breaks through clouds, thick or thin, and palm trees rub against the wide blue yonder, whether by twilight-tinged dusk or soft dawn. Mini-houses jammed inside tiny rentals of toy mermaids and receivers that flash the prettiest, most embracing random lights, with cigarettes and men that come and go. Signs that innocence stays here, and it's ready to clash with that looming, unknown beast called "The Real World." As kids, we were always fascinated by rainbows. Forever chasing what could be at the end of them, blissfully unaware of the struggles along the curves. We could only learn that they were always all around us.
