Sam Noland’s review published on Letterboxd:
The third act kind of lost me, but the rest of the movie is pretty damn well-realized. It’s a horror story about the one thing we can never completely escape: heritage. Everything you have as a person comes from hundreds of previous generations, and not all of it is especially desirable. Our greatest downfall may be living with us, or even within us, and it gets worse with every second that we don’t confront it. It’s suspenseful, unsettling, and very well-constructed up until the two-thirds mark, at which point I feel it kind of devolves into vague, evangelical body horror. Granted, this story doesn’t seem to have a logical conclusion, but the way it all plays out just seems to put a nice little button on everything, and feels seperate from all the build-up. I’ve read mixed reactions to the ending, so maybe I’m missing something, but as it stands I feel that the movie was left on somewhat of a sour note. However, it’s still watchable and effective, and it definitely has something on its mind, so I’m willing to call this a success.