A Literal Fucking Duck’s review published on Letterboxd:
About 20 minutes into this movie I begin to well up in tears and it doesn't stop. Every time it happens.
Sometimes when I walk around, maybe at work or at the store or something, I get the stench of not only death, but complete forever annihilation. Like I will be witness to my own disappearance soon and I will watch it for an eternity.
I dunno. Few pieces of art have that effect on me. And I'm crying to a buncha friggin aussies.