Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I was thinking I could be made into a leather jacket."
succeeds in embodying a collective dread better than a lot of out-and-out horror movies of the last few years. i really appreciate how the apparent last day of the characters, but most notably Amy, is focused on these wordless goodbyes to the human senses. touching, tasting, smelling every last bit of surroundings, running fingers across the plywood flooring, listening to Mozart etc. it adds a dimension of personal tragedy to an already terrifying premise that is aided by the ritualistic visuals that i absolutely ate up. take a bow amy seimetz.