Josh Hurst’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Well. That settles that."
I kept thinking of a Joe Henry lyric: "No one you can name is just that one thing they have shown."
Here is a movie about women who can only show a part of themselves, but desperately want to be seen, known, and affirmed in their wholeness-- for people to "ask them things."
I think it's exquisitely beautiful, and I also think it goes deeper than being a movie about lesbian subcultures of the 1950s (not that it isn't that, too). Those longings to connect, beyond the surface, are universal, and they're made really painful and wrenching here.