Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
While people are arguing over the Oscar noms. I'm here with my eyes rolling to the back of my skull as my head cracks and spins in another direction to the melodies of Suspirium and Unmade. It's better to be controlled by Witches, I can tell. We just dance until we die, Volk, move, sacrifice for the art of re-born, repeat. Smoldered with blood and tears, its climactic watermelon head-bursts felt like a shower that cleansed our skin and a kiss that seared our lips. The editing is exquisitely smooth, making every imagery more macabre than the last. Sadly, the world is not perfect and no one has enough guts to call out her name.
