Spencer’s review published on Letterboxd :
It's a fascinating idea; watching a female director weave a tale of queer suppression like this. On one hand, Hittman offers up an empathetic account of one man's attempt at grappling with his sexuality - never fully coming into his own. On the other hand, though, what we see at the beginning is the same thing we see at the end, implying that a never-ending cycle of denial and sadness will continue.
It's a heartbreaking concept, but where exactly does that leave us?