Textured and satisfying sister to its first part that makes the predecessor feel so simple compared to the richness of this sequel. A cathartic film, sensitively blurring the line between reality and fiction as a heart on the mend exorcises her grief through art. Scalpel sharp meta analysing why Hogg made the first. Whilst i’m not quite sold on the surrealism at the end, it’s sort of brilliantly jarring, and I must salute the audacity. To sum up, i’ll use one of my fav lines from the film;

‘This is cinema! Not something you watch with your uncle’