Dustin Baker’s review published on Letterboxd:
These are the type of coked-out fever dream euro-horror films that I love. The kind that takes multiple viewings to come to some sort of conclusion or just to soak up all that dreamy atmosphere. This movie has so many threads that are never explained, just unsettling things happening one after another, and I like it like that. I always say that if you were in a situation like a horror film, I fucking doubt some old guy's gonna pop up after a while and explain the whole thing for you. Movies like this speak more true for me, an atmospheric subconscious stream of nightmares that hints at even worse things were you to dig deeper. Also, some of the most effective haunted-doll work I've seen.