🥀 e m m e l i n e’s review published on Letterboxd:
…was there context for a single shot of this film? Genuinely exhausted by the empty, meaningless visuals. I am still confused about why Oscar Isaac was naked while half laying under a table. My cold, dead emotions remain completely untouched; I couldn’t muster a connection to any of the characters. All space operas are the same. There is nothing new under the sun. Boredom is eternal.