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.