PatrickRipoll’s review published on Letterboxd:
Neo-realist observation piece about the cycle of poverty. Kids will be kids no matter the setting. Give them a toy they'll play with that toy, give them no toys they'll find something else to play with. The bliss of ignorance.
Perfect example: little girl sitting on the floor of the laundry room, contentedly singing along to a song she doesn't know the words to.
It's the adults who must fear. Only the adults are aware of poverty, and a lack of that awareness ("I'm not poor. I give to the Salvation Army, you can't give to the Salvation Army if you're poor!") is not endearing but sad.
I can't claim that the pace and tone of the adult scenes, with their flat non-actor performances, don't make this difficult to fully embrace but this is nonetheless a very powerful film. B+