Alan Mattli’s review published on Letterboxd:
Some truly atrocious editing in this, capped by end credits that I think believably simulate the feeling of losing one's mind. Then there's a bunch of staging choices that were clearly inspired by the need for product placement (man, I'd sure like to FaceTime™️ with someone on my Apple™️ iPhone™️ right about now...), making me wonder how much they actually let Mary Lambert do herself. Generally a chemistry-less bore, playing like a less toxic but also far less festive spin on Christmas Land. Love that it takes an hour for Christmas to even become a factor. Also, note to Netflix: Scotland is not just Ireland with kilts.