Joe’s review published on Letterboxd:
You've traveled through time, back to early-70s New York. Due to some malfunction of your equipment, you can't hear anything, and you're restricted to a shabby residential hotel, the residents of which seem only vaguely aware of you. It's hard for you to move and time seems to jump ahead or stand still in jagged, arbitrary spurts. You want to ask people questions but you can't, hear what they're saying to each other but you can't, walk around the hotel freely but you can't. All you can do is watch.