J— Shamlian’s review published on Letterboxd:
Put simplistically, this is the love-child of Paradjanov and Tarkovsky.
The pains of the genocide on full display. The artist’s identity is defined by a painful cultural past of the homeland he harkens from. At first, the obsession with death and execution seems like a simplistic vehicle for Incel behavior, but you begin to realize the drive to document lies not in the act, but rather those committing the act and more specifically how they commit such a heinous act. The artist takes on the impossible task of attempting to cope for his people’s past.
It’s much more than just that, and every point it strives to make is heartbreaking and poignant.