Jack Godwin’s review published on Letterboxd:
I haven't been scared by a particular moment in film like this since Mulholland Drive.
Rabbits is, superficially, pretty minimalistic. Otherwise, it's actually working on a lot of different levels. There's the mockery of the film/television industry with the sitcom laughs and cheers that come in at inappropriate times, there's the disjointed conversations giving way to humour, poetry and dread in equal measure, there's Lynch's common theme of the absurd dressed up in the normalcy of domestic suburban life, and then there's the visceral experience of being confronted with something so surreal and threatening. It's odd coming to this now, since I first saw excerpts of this when they were added into Inland Empire - and I like their inclusion there as well as on their own merit