Miha Konrad’s review published on Letterboxd:
An interesting Hungarian rendition of the inconsolable feeling which comes with a loss of careless childhood. The film reaches certain very heartfelt peaks full of either grief within the script or some beautiful cinematography and camerawork. In general, it is a coming-of-age story of which the obstacle is rather sudden and hard to get through - a friend's death reminding all even the least fragile and most free can be gone in a matter of seconds. It's existentially poignant as much as it is still intervowen with before mentioned freedom, trouble with truly getting outside of one's own skin in facing such a profound tragedy. The film takes on a big task which seems perhaps a bit too big, possibly being reasoned with lighter notes throughout and making it more palpable. It does make me wonder how this film could be tackled again with grander vision and a more profound philosophy, something that is nonetheless deployed here (a good example would be the ending sequence, the sequence of laying the bread circle and the beach sequences in the beginning).