Michael Chantiri 🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
The process of having support systems, having people who care about you but unaware of a purpose or if that concept is constituted within fantasy or the fabric of reality. Is purpose something that we can find or is it always out of our grasp? Never quite finding it but always desiring and sometimes feeling it for even just a split second. The emotional language that Shyamalan would develop starts taking hold here, everything is moulded in tragedy but it's never without an immersive insight into the nature of the human experience. How could you not feel something when two wholesome sensitive boi's break down because it's all too much, you kinda just want to tell them that everything will be ok but you can't, I can dream, can't I? I can dream.