nebelskulptur’s review published on Letterboxd:
I wonder how teenage me - overwrought, socially awkward, lonely, trudging through rain to deliver news papers and looking forward to come home to my cat, eager to grow beyond my years and to prove myself as capable and special and frequently battling with episodes of profound sadness and fatigue - would have reacted to what is basically a cuter version of that point in my life. Perhaps it is good that Ionly came to see this film in my mid-twenties. I have never been particularly kind to myself, but I got a warm glow in my chest whenever people were kind to Kiki, even if the circumstances (and she herself) weren't. This does not make up for my own years of unkindness, but it's a start.