Manny Liotta’s review published on Letterboxd:
In the same sensual vein as Call Me By Your Name except so much more deeper and humane than you could even begin to imagine it to be. Every. Fucking. Shot. Every piece of sound layered within layers of precise precision. I sat in an uncomfortable metal chunk of a chair in a small ass indie theater on a very intimate screen in the side-burbs of Cleveland. My ass is on fire, my back aches and my legs caved in each way. I wouldn’t want this any other way. Lying on my couch watching this on Netflix wouldn’t begin to move me as much as it did right here, right now. Honest to god one of the most gorgeously made and told films I have ever seen. Bra-fucking-vo. This ones for the fucking books.