Sarah’s review published on Letterboxd:
All the cheap and clumsy narrative tricks are so well-intented that they feel forgivable. Forgettable, too, since the fiction reveals itself - at all levels - as a constant mash-up of various already-seen and clichéed ideas. It gets tiring, as the never-ending list of references and inspirations is diluted messily on the big-screen, and digested into a very simple and straightforward scenario that offers no surprises.
It's incredibly distracting, though. That never fails with Taika Waititi.
Seeing my full name appear on the screen during the all-slavic ending credits did make me smile. A thought for the homonymous, hope she had a blast.