Dawn Fratini’s review published on Letterboxd:
The ambiance, mood, and cinematography are everything here.
The plot doesn't quite hold together in the end, but it doesn't really matter. The film takes you to an alternate reality of grief. We are talking about the kind of unthinkable loss that makes you question your sense of reality and sanity. Everything on the screen is charged with that feeling. A slow pan across the bathroom counter and each tube – of shaving creme and toothpaste – is so suffused with presence, it's like they are haunted even before things really get weird.
Yeah, the final explanation is a bit annoying, and has you saying "wait, what about _________?" before the final credits, but the journey to that point is definitely a luxuriously spooky scenic route.