kevinyang’s review published on Letterboxd:
Interminably boring and a massive chore to sit through. This may be a very personal film, but it’s personal to a fault. It’s overly internalized and obfuscated, presented in the most drab of ways and lacking any reasonable justification for its disjointed, distancing nature. The two leads are great, but there needs to be considerably more behind the characters and relationship - otherwise it’s just watching an unpleasant, toxic relationship be unpleasant and toxic. There’s absolutely nothing here distinguishing this from the rest of those *artsy films about art* with terrible men at their center. Enough already.