Josiah Morgan’s review published on Letterboxd:
his whole life // my whole life
Quite ridiculously, lovingly subdued... Yelchin truly was incredible, and Klinger's directorial promise is entirely fulfilled.... almost every cut demonstrates the inefficacy of memory as an absolute/a constant, and so every shot finds external perspectives on internalized ideas. Not enough can be said about the ways in which time is made non-committal here, all that matters is the act of visualizing our own experiential biases. "There's still time," he says, but time has already evaporated, and what is film but a medium that captures the evaporation of time, the disintegration of experience by allowing an audience to misconceive it?