Evan Eaton’s review published on Letterboxd:
Late to the funeral here, and never in my life have I attended one so gleefully heartfelt and hilarious. Cummings writes, directs, scores and acts the hell out of this, nearly every moment cementing a stupid, gigantic grin across my face. The ending will understandably leave many people divided, but to me it makes a lot of sense as an intimate view of a mentally unstable character’s process in overcoming his second bout of grief. It may sound trivial, but the 2.1 aspect-ratio is key, almost serving as a metaphor for Jim solely in its abnormality. This starts out with one of the most brilliantly constructed opening takes in recent years, and doesn’t let up once until the very end of its final dance. Heavenly!