agard’s review published on Letterboxd:
who is more trapped in a honeytrap – the prey that deviates from its course to chase something sweet, or the honey, whose life has been a series of forces exerted upon it, wresting, cleaving, slathering, leading it inescapably to this moment of accessory in a cruel chain of consumption?
“native son”-esque in its grim determinism, johnson’s nuanced, understated dissection of the social conditions that seal her protagonist’s fate will go unappreciated by those expecting a sordid gangland romp with a lovable hero. also easy to overlook is the note-perfect supporting turn of naomi ryan as layla’s hot-and-cold, world-weary mother. jessica sula iridesces.