Patrick Pryor’s review published on Letterboxd:
That last segment tho. Some cracking slow cinema with sparse dialogue and sweeping landscape shots of Montana captures the loneliness of watching TV alone with your dog or driving alone for hours on an icy freeway or never having the courage to speak up and bare your feelings until its far too late. Cold and distant like the snow capped mountains looming in every vignette. Everybody sits in silence in the dark sometimes. Everybody eats alone. It's human to yearn and want more and feel regret sometimes. There's a long silent take of a truck toward the end of this movie that cut me deep and really crystallized the folly of us humans always searching for a connection. We're not alone in our loneliness, I guess. Thanks for that reassurance, Certain Women.