Jacob Knight’s review published on Letterboxd:
Bleak Millennial MIST riff that’s genuinely upsetting at some points and sardonically hilarious during others. Pat Healy gets to royally melt down in the square, Lovecraftian bathroom that acts as his fictional family’s shelter during a massive storm (while possibly disallowing them from witnessing the apocalypse that follows in its wake). After that, shit gets really get weird. Pretty fun altogether, even if it struggles with some minor pacing issues and has budgetary seams showing. Would love to see it with an unsuspecting audience.