Jack Howard’s review published on Letterboxd:
I’m a sucker for character studies and non-linear narratives.
Reese Witherspoon is raw and vulnerable the entire time, this is her best/most understated performance.
Jean-Marc Vallée’s directing and editing is nothing short of sublime. We weave between past and present seamlessly - patiently unravelling the story. The fragmented imagery during the traumatic memories felt very real to me, especially the weird stuff you tend to remember, like what painting was hanging in the doctor’s office.
Some of the imagery is very blunt - Witherspoon’s character Cheryl carries a huge heavy bag on her back that she can barely lift. A bag she later finds out is carrying many things she doesn’t need. DO YOU GET IT? But I’m a sucker for that stuff too. There’s a time and a place for it and it worked very well here.
It’s a film about grief and finding the strength to carry on even when you feel you’ve fucked it all up. It’s the film I needed to watch today and I’m very pleased I did.