Lizy’s review published on Letterboxd:
Can't tell if it's because I'm not a huge horror fan or because I'm in a weird mental place due to pain, but I'm like an hour in and I can't get into this. And when I like horror, it's the ones that are metaphors (Get Out, It, The Shining) and this is clearly a metaphor for PTSD. I appreciate that. And I love Elisabeth Moss. I want to get in the spooky season and since my cramps are keeping me awake I figured that I'd at least fill the time. But I'm just not feeling anything? I'll probably keep watching but I don't know if I'll finish. Sorry, this is more about me than the movie.
Anyway if I ever made a horror movie it would be a metaphor for endometriosis/periods