matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
even as genuinely engrossing as it is, i still can't shake my general suspicion of this. while it doesn't necessarily seem "inauthentic" (whatever that's supposed to mean anymore), it does feel awfully mannered. it's a have/eat cake situation, wanting to avoid representational traps/poverty porn while still relying on the innate otherness of this community to generate tension for a thriller. perhaps my ambivalence is just a signal that it's treading that line about as carefully as it can.