poetic, mysterious, and bloody movie about death; Amy Seimetz's poetic, terrifying movie explores an existential crisis without getting too intellectual, using dreamy sounds and visuals to yield emotion, pain, and clarity
it could easily just play out as a foretelling psychological horror; Instead, it's much more complex, filled with genuine thrills and laughter. Seimetz leaves you feeling content, exhausted, worn out, entertained, provoked, and does so in ninety minutes
eerily timely psychological thriller; it is an emotionally vulnerable piece of work, touching on everything from the pain of experiencing a mental illness that no one around you understands to what it means to waste your life
as Jane Adams and Chris Messina settle into their roles, the movie's messy humanity meets its existential panic and the story takes hold, finding strange resonance and even a kind of absurdist comedy in its end times
arresting and perfectly executed; a very rare film that not only captures how an upsetting idea can take root in one's mind, bringing everything else to a halt, but envisions that next step, in which the idea is successfully communicated to others
an enigmatic drama that flirts with psychological horror and absurdist comedy, leaving viewers stumped but also entranced by the filmmaker's confident mix of tones. Kate Lyn Sheil and Jane Adams are both excellent here
Amy Seimetz's psychedelic and freakishly timely psychodrama inventively grapples with eternal struggles around existential dread; There is a rare, unrefined quality to Seimetz's film — a personal work of art that feels deeply honest throughout
a gripping apocalyptic thriller; the movie taps into a timeless anxiety with hilarious and disquieting results, often delivered in the same dose; a beguiling narrative; an existential crisis readymade for this present moment
