Superargo’s review published on Letterboxd:
ultimately this doesn’t cohere in all the ways it needed to and its massive running time is a tad indulgent and there are elements of staginess that sneak in at the end (like the kid who knows and sings the Dead Kennedys song which is way way way too on the frigging nose). parts of it are piercingly beautiful though and Sasha Lane never strikes a false note. I’m not sure if I’m gonna watch this again or if it’s gonna haunt me and linger in my subconscious like all the other movies from 2016 that tried in their way to bid a bittersweet farewell to America or encapsulate America in its death throes like CERTAIN WOMEN and HELL OR HIGH WATER and PATERSON and THE FOUNDER and MIDNIGHT SPECIAL. maybe this movie will grow on me over time like lots of those movies did. right now though all this movie did was make me kinda lonesome.