Simon Woods’s review published on Letterboxd:
Something just really clicks here, particularly in the second half. Bleak yet hopeful, listless yet purposeful, really captures a certain type of adolescent transience in a way that many more purposefully "free-form" coming-of-age flicks can only dream of. Some of it is a little tiresome, but I honestly can't get mad because of how well it fits the frustration seeping through every frame. Looking at three different levels and manifestations of suspended adolescence (with Enid and Rebecca's differing points of growth, obviously, but also Seymour's weary resignation to his own immobile life station), the darkly empathetic tone here is utterly resounding in a way that caught me a little off guard.
One of the most haunting endings I've seen in some time.