Esther Rosenfield’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lotta stuff to dig into here but I'm fixated on two things: The way Skye's painting begins with a simple form, becomes a fluid mess, and regains that initial structure with more specificity. And the shot of the people on treadmills at the gym. Why are they choosing to spend their last hours that way? Well, isn't that what we're all doing now?