Nick R 🌒’s review published on Letterboxd:
Nearly great, staging adolescence as a demon-infested hypnagogic state accessed via flickering CRT monitors. But Burns completely loses his grip on character around the midpoint, wasting a great performance by Julia Sarah Stone. Just when Sarah should be metamorphosing, confronting things in herself, she becomes strangely vacated. And from there, the plot hinges on an iffy relationship that the movie doesn’t have the brainpower to actually address, resulting in a weirdly insipid form of sleaze. So Burns’s big mistake isn’t the much-pilloried ending—which to me has a minor Body Double-like charm—but the failure of imagination that ditches the story of a singular teenager for the paternal/erotic regard of an older guy and makes nothing of it. I’m really not sure what it thinks it’s doing.