Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
"What do you ask?"
a series of inhales and exhales; in and out, in and out, in and out. the intricacies of this film that are written in between the lines is something of an art in and of itself. there's history and pain in long locks of a womans hair and in the wrinkles of a womans hands. hands that mold and define her power and the power of her daughters. a power that was denied for so long, asleep, unattended. the walls sigh as a welcome and a warning. hallways conceal and abide. mirrors distort and play with the figures they're representing. their performances call upon the deepest cells of their identity and being and into an outward lethal force of resistance. power is everywhere. but it isn't running away, it's calling. she's waiting to take care of you. you just have to find it in yourself to let her.