Kian’s review published on Letterboxd:
watched this knowing absolutely nothing about it, and fuck. there are moments in this (72 minute!) film that unnerved me more than anything has in recent memory. i found it to be a rather disorientating experience, where everything is slightly off kilter but no one seems to be acknowledging it — in that sense, the bloodhound is reminiscent of the works of lanthimos and lynch, in particular mulholland drive’s pervading tone of diminished consciousness. i don’t know if i see many people taking to this, but i can’t seem to get it out of my head.