Laurie Strode’s review published on Letterboxd:
For every striking image this film pulls apart and disects, there's still the first half of this film that thoroughly sinks it's teeth in your neck and sucks whatever energy you had bone dry. It's not without a few fine moments, but exposition shouldn't be this dull.
The minute Steven Yeun is introduced into the fold is right about the time "Burning" very patiently reveals its noir-ish sensibilities. One thing a film can do so poorly too often is allowing itself to be exceptionally predictable. "Burning" avoids this like the plague. I might've not known what this film was about before starting it, but I sure as hell didn't know where this one was taking me while invested. So much potential but it takes a good hour to get there. B