Blain LaMotta’s review published on Letterboxd:
Well, fuck me sideways. This is cinema. Works on a level of pure sensation, pure abstraction. Psyche as a shattered mirror, pieces of memory reflecting back and forth, forcing the viewer to connect it and complete the picture of trauma inflicted. Violence is kept at a distance, as aftermath, drawing you in with its futility. When violence is shown in full, it seems to only be in the form of self harm. Ramsay sees things as accumulation of detail. Insert shots dominate as the editing discombobulates with the help of Jonny Greenwood's thoroughly abrasive score which combines elements of thumping synth beats and chaotic experimentation with strings and droning noises (sorry THERE WILL BE BLOOD, THE MASTER, INHERENT VICE, and PHANTOM THREAD, this is his best work). This film is only ninety minutes, but you can experience a whole lifetime in it. One of the best pictures of the 21st Century. Lynne Ramsay's best work to date. Don't make me wait forever for another please.