karamashi’s review published on Letterboxd:
The kind of short lived art nightmare that successfully induces many feelings in such a small amount of time. Lots of textual signifiers, both physical, literary, and cliche. Don’t get me wrong, I love the noise soundtrack. But why does Nazi stuff always manage to crop up in unwanted places? I assume it falls very much in line with excising one’s demons. Almost as much as our queer impulses?
It asks what the difference is between the need to hurt & the want of pain. Answers it by whispering; whoever is behind the mask.