preston’s review published on Letterboxd :
Key moment may be when daughter and Mom play a telepathy game ("Are you transmitting?") and daughter is thrilled to discover they were thinking of the same colour: the bonds of Family, and our delusion that we're inextricably linked to these people when in fact we know nothing about them. A great subject, and Sottomayor has a knack for an evocative image - though in fact she's more wistful than rigorous, and more prone to cute quotidian detail (like the kids' lemonade having to be poured out exactly equally) than significant psychological detail (the family seem rather bland, to be honest); maybe it takes the kids' POV so completely that it smothers tension - since, after all, they have no idea what's going on. Final act feels like a twist, when it ought to be a logical conclusion.