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Josh Rubenoff’s review published on Letterboxd :
This review may contain spoilers.
Some indelible, haunting sequences that might have made this one of my all-time favorites if it weren't for some crucial elements that took me out of the world.
In particular, as someone who's suffered many a broken bone, the prospect of being chased while tending to an injury is straight-up terrifying. But Monroe spends the latter half of this movie acting like her totally healthy arm is bandaged, which seems like a huge missed opportunity to ratchet up the tension. Alongside Keir Gilchrist's character shooting an invisible figure in the head with only a single casualty, this development made it difficult to suspend my disbelief.
Still, don't get me wrong: I'll likely be studying the location scouting, cinematography, and long, haunting takes here for years to come.