Sally Jane Black’s review published on Letterboxd:
Any film that involves any sort of bodyswapping is bound to awaken something reminiscent of dysphoria. When the swapping is between a man and a woman, it's often worse. Here, the film only touches a little on the body part of the swap, going for the cheapest possible gags and barely explores that side of it, instead focusing on the social aspects and a few (lightly) gendered notes. There's room here for a powerful story about the intimacy of being inside someone's mind, of seeing the world literally through their eyes, but that, too, seems to be second to the story of missed connections and teenage relationships. The story they choose to tell here is not without resonance--the idea of being able to change one thing is also a powerful idea to me--but there's so many questions, so many emotional avenues I wanted to go down with this. It's beautiful, this vivid palette of purples, greens, blues, and whites, and the strange world this lives in is compelling. But I wanted more.