Luke McCarthy’s review published on Letterboxd:
Wendy is always shot from the outside, a lone figure framed within the grimy windows of the many worn down, suffocatingly suburban structures she chooses to inhabit. In these windows, we see the reflections of the outside world - cars continue to move forward, and the sound of multiple engines (includings trains) overwhelms us in the absence of any non-diegetic sound. A car breaks down, and suddenly you realise that all this movement, this system which seems to only function within it's own stiff, corrosive set of rules and customs, will only care about you if you have both the means and fortune to join in. One of the great films of the past decade.
"You can't get a address without an address. You can't get a job without a job."