𖤐🕯𝖕𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖆🕯𖤐’s review published on Letterboxd:
I honestly cannot put into enough words how I felt during this film I mean I really can’t describe it to its full extent.
Maybe it’s my crippling anxiety of huge crowds of people, or the fact that when people are in my space and won’t leave or listen to me or respect it, an anger builds inside me so strong that I don’t even know how to handle it.
Either way I felt every moment of pain and frustration and anger and sadness the Mother felt and I wanted to kill every single other person in this film, and would have happily done so if given the chance.
I get it, people thought it was pretentious or too symbolic or over the top or too bizarre or seemed like a “drug-fuelled fever dream“ or whatever the fuck that one critic said, but quite frankly I couldn’t care less because what I saw made me lose my fucking mind.
It all felt so real, even the moments that were obviously not possible or realistic. I don’t really know what it was but I just wanted to scream and rip my hair out throughout the majority of the film, not because I didn’t enjoy it, but because I felt like I was experiencing everything she was experiencing, but maybe that’s just my baggage.
I’ll just say finally, with no exaggeration in the slightest, that I spent the second hour of this film, continuously bawling my eyes out due to what I can only assume was a combination of pure, unadulterated rage, fear, anxiety and empathy.
I’m traumatised ngl but yeah, loved it.