august’s review published on Letterboxd:
functioning through detachment rather than observation, cuarón crafts a technical opus aspiring to be an emotional one, not entirely reaching nor falling short of that goal. the life here is so vivid, so tangible that its moments purge deep beneath yet somehow only by way of omniscience. beauty here comes in presentation attempting authenticity through elegance and i’d be damned if it doesn’t affect, even if much feels more uninterested than its audience. still a masterclass on so much and with bounds of life, untouched except by lens.