Jeremy P. Beasley’s review published on Letterboxd:
Realism, but not the mumblecore/Duplass-esque type by any means. Young, conscious adults, confused and frustrated with the world around them seems to be Porterfield niche. One might criticize this and "I Used To Be Darker" for being devoid of any real "story" but does he owe this to us? I thought this film to entirely beautiful just as it is. Thanks, Matt, for bringing us this little glimpse into her life.