K. Austin Collins’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is as much about internal awakening as it is about social initiation, which intrigues me for some reason. I like the center stretch of this most, when the sexual and cannibalistic urges on one hand and the social rituals grounded in consumption and sex on the other all seem to be collapsing into each other—it’s disarmingly intense, and needn’t be original to be so. Some of it doesn’t work; freaking out under one’s bedsheets always looks stupid (even as the moment effectively makes you curious to know whether this suffering is just a projection of her internal pangs—whether this really is a form of vampirism in which not feeding has consequences). But Garance Marillier is a skinny little ball of weird, and seeing her dance in the mirror, her multiple hungers suddenly braided into one metaphor-rich strand, makes the movie.