Marie Boje-Larsen’s review published on Letterboxd:
Such a patient, masterfully unfolding epic story. I just can’t resist loving how well crafted everything single element is, there isn’t one remotely shiny dab, it’s so tactile and patient. I’m surprised by how tender and odd a connection that winds up being the actual focal point of the story and despite myself I am impressed by Woods a lot, though in terms of women I could do without just about every single scene.
Tender slow and meticulous is however what I adore and the music functions so seamlessly within, through spectacle and emotion.
(But also there has to be a queer reading of this film, even if only counting the looks and how Woods sits in a chair.)