Stephen Gillespie’s review published on Letterboxd:
Youth and possibility forever shadowed by impermanence and loss. Though sometimes expressed crudely (though none the less powerfully) this is very much a film about the pleasures that burn bright and fade so soon. It has the feel of an endless summer, an eternal road trip beyond the limits of time with no consequences, no outside world and the feeling it could all last forever. Yet, excellent narration pervades, a clever pause before each monologue, as we hear of the future, the past or the context around what we see.
This is very Beat Poet, though softer, the elegiac narration only adding to the sense of tunnel vision. After all, you can only recognise a tunnel if you know there's something around it. The way that the wider political picture is threaded around such an intimate narrative is very beautiful, showing our distance from the wider everyday but also the way we navigate through timescales outside of ourselves.
There is juvenilia here I don't enjoy, but it is usually earned or contextualised. It feels honest; though, not everything is used as well as it could be. There is a central concern about using a female character as a device to bring our boys a sense of realisation, and while it does not evade this critique it handles it better than most. There is a bit of cheapness to the ending but, before that, Luisa is given a lot and is using the boys as much as they are using her.