Noah Gibson-Baker’s review published on Letterboxd:
Bribed with free drinks, I was. Sniggered, I did, at careless every door; front doors, fridge doors, oven doors, basement doors, cutlery drawers, bathroom mirrors that open up revealing the toothpaste stains and tampons that lurk within. Nothing - lurking beneath obfuscated shadows, all of the time. A tragedy not in the sense that the story is tragic, the sense that it (the film) would prefer to be tragic, but tragic in from an artistic point of view. We were manipulated to an insulting degree by lazy beyond belief, manipulative, YouTuber hiring, exploitative, cash-grabbing, pretentious, "requel" making pseudoartists.
Bare in mind, Event Cinemas now serve alcohol.