Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
My dream after watching this tender and haunting sequence; I woke on a plane but, as in most of my dreams, there was an underlying apocalyptic feel as I walked down the aisle for a seat. There was the pervasive sense of danger— and I soon discovered this was due to the disturbing fact that over almost every seat, in place of airbags, there were spiky rotating metal discs with metallic shards firing down at random. And so to sit down for the flight became an act steeped in peril— and there were but a few seats free from this danger. And in those few safe seats were incredibly obese, faceless bodies mindlessly gorging on whatever platters of the most excessive portions of food were splayed out before them. And so there was nowhere I could be safe, for the bodies were immovable, fixed and static like slabs of concrete. I awoke from my dream with a sick feeling of dread in my stomach— a similar feeling I had upon watching Spirited Away. It is the fear of consumption, the dread of excess, the awareness that if we continue to live in this state of ignorance, succumbing thoughtlessly to the fancies and desires of the body, devoid of self control, regulation, we will only channel further into this miserable condition and find it more and more difficult to grapple free from it. For the mind and the rational to be attuned to the body and it’s impulses is something we must all strive for. Utter harmony and beauty emerges from this dialogue — one that we must hold sacred as individuals and as a species.