Nick’s review published on Letterboxd:
cut down the flashbacks and the third act and I think I would really like this as a dryly ironic melodrama set in an empty, corpse-scattered forest where no questions should be asked, and that evokes an existential crisis and demands increasing reveals of exposition/justification. the forest is painted with an existential temporal ambiguity defined by the quantity of light beams emerging through the cracks between trees. not being alone in the lonely act of suicide shifts perspectives; a comfort in mortality, finding purpose in another’s lack thereof. whereas I, to some extent, found great solace in its messy, silly, sardonically optimistic obscurity.