Brody Brittain’s review published on Letterboxd:
The rain screams, the wind howls, the branches reach and rip against the truck like it's batting practice.
I feel cold. Am I a ghost? Does it really matter?
The eyes of the truck emit an endless glow and the teeth are bared like a primal beast as we lurch ahead.
Will I ever go home again? Will it even be the same?
The sun is shining again. We're all alive. We know the mission.
Let's fulfill our death wish.