Blain LaMotta’s review published on Letterboxd:
The definitive version of the film as far as I'm concerned. Strips away any distraction and allows the viewer to laser in on the performances and the little details. Blood drips like tar, the lack of color emphasizes the bleak nature of the themes and the desperation of our characters. This world is morally bankrupt and in ruins, when light shines it does so with purpose and blinds the viewer. What was once a gore strewn wallow in endless suffering becomes an elegy for lost souls who find some semblance of meaning in their final moments. But there is hope around the corner, a hope for a better future. May the children not be what we made them.