Zachary’s review published on Letterboxd:
Believers will tell you it's a densely layered work of visually symbolic surrealism. Skeptics will tell you it's a swampy and incoherent script that has little to say and largely serves to tee up scene after scene of Garland fucking with general audiences. There's truth in both perspectives, but I'm firmly in the camp with the skeptics. Though it has nice cinematography, good performances and is genuinely beguiling throughout, the bizarre scene-by-scene experience falls to pieces under light scrutiny and an ending that makes all the enigma feel puddle deep. The thematic revelations are drowned out by incessant superficial oddities, and the large count of modern grief-based horror movies leaves the emotional arc and conclusion feeling like so many fallen apples rotting on the lawn.