Elisha Luckett’s review published on Letterboxd:
Belongs to the upper echelon of incel cinema. Creative premise with its own lore, directing and editing that goes exactly where it wants to go at any moment (continuity and rhythm be damned), and sound design that constantly disrupts your sense of place by pulling you beyond and behind the present. All composed of decomposing societal outliers (aging religious zealots, forgotten suburban housewives, and again, incels) pitted against each other in their own private wars to feel realized. It’s not perfect (some of the ending felt a bit bloated), but it’s depraved and I dig it.