“… has a wistful, morbid magic.”

“While always mesmerized, I admittedly got lost amidst the layers…”

“… aims to be a big-screen version of a lurid pulp crime novel.”

“… a scrappy, neo-realist tale of societal scrounging that’s paused by poetic moments of slow cinema.”

“Unusually sensitive, in the sense that every element seems to pulse with its own life force. . .”

“This is not your mother’s Wuthering Heights!” the movie howls back at the wind whipping over those moors.”

“… has significant Ash Wednesday resonance.”