Samcrom’s review published on Letterboxd:
Cellar Door... is it the most beautiful phrase in the english language?
A phrase that speaks of something tantalizing just closed away out of reach. A door that is a threshold to darkness, to the unknown, to a hidden depth... have you ever stopped to consider that we need darkness? That perhaps darkness isn't an absence, but instead the farthest thing from an absence; its a blot of ink, the inside of a person, its so much possibility crammed into a single space that you can't see it at all.
Doors, mirrors, masks, portals, eyes-- we're all stuck in our own little universes, in a way. We have access to so very little in the people around us, we can only vaguely guess at what describes their interiority, what lurks inside their cellar doors. But, sometimes... we can crack the door open, push through the mirror, see the portal, lift the mask--