Kai Perrignon’s review published on Letterboxd:
Almost incomprehensible, but once I stopped trying to figure out the deep mirror labrynthe narrative I started to feel the cracks in my armour. The loud aesthetic beauty is the water - I wonder of Doyle saw Fulci’s Conquest? - and the pill is all that sneaking regret and pockets of memory that swell up to twist the past before the rest of these lives move inexorably forward. Whatever the hell happens here, very little of it is good and it all burns brighter than the future titles and legends that these sad bastards strap to their backs like splints for broken bones.