Scumbalina’s review published on Letterboxd:
The shock and horror of Signe's faceless mirrored persona causes a stir in Myrtle Beach. In the past my reaction was to admonish slut-shamers but the whole thing hits different now. As tension from the mob rises, Signe and Alli's provocations rise up to meet them. There is an undeniable performer/audience exchange happening. Does Signe deserve to be called names and shoved to the ground? No, but its far more clear to me after this viewing the finger-pointing at the audience is weak and half-baked. Just like women should have agency over their bodies, filmmakers have to have agency over their work. You are responsible for the fake world you create and how it affects real people.
The majority of civilians are innocent, underage, black youths, their faces are also unblurred. Everyone is following a curious spectacle; a show which is designed to attract attention for the accompanying photographer to capture. Signe is acting and performing for the crowd, she interacts with the crowd. It's less about how she's dressed, more about what the two of them are saying with their presence in a place where regular people go to have fun. They brought a show to the people - for an art gallery in Miami. Assault sucks but this isn't a matter of their rights being infringed upon, it's their knowing or perhaps naïve insistence on bringing a luxury art experience to a public place. It's a risk, sometimes in film risk-taking pays off. New worlds can be discovered. There's some great source ideas in this one and that's why we love it, but to inject a sanctimonious pseudo-feminist reprimand in the meaning to punish the audience for not seeing through an artificial scenario aesthetically displayed for them, not understanding the intention, which wasn't even clear to the makers is weak and changes the experience.