Very intimate from the likes of Chloe Zhao who weaves in something so delicate for independent pictures. Refreshing exploration of the West, of its people, and the remnants of the ones that remain from the accidental or cathartic exhaustion of capital.

Ahmed is unequivocally amazing here and watching him battle through the grief adds so much more life to the film. Really wish I could've eased into this the way I hoped and wanted because the catharsis and the blissful resonance of the silence is something so admirable. Very positive that a rewatch will make me appreciate this far more.

Vociferous, yet almost entirely incomprehensible. Portman’s performance sails, but at what cost? A grandeur attempt at an art house like this needs to follow up with a worthwhile story of visual deceptance, not a melody of incoherent connections..