Swimming through shards of memory

This film, Kristen Stewart's first feature, arrives with the force of a memory crashing through a calm mind.

- Troy Ribeiro

It is not the kind of film that gently ushers you in; it dunks you headfirst into its protagonist’s inner world, a swirling storm of recollection, rebellion, and ruin. Adapted from Lidia Yuknavitch’s memoir, the film resists the safety of linear storytelling and instead fashions itself as a mosaic of feeling. The result is bracing, often beautiful, sometimes exhausting.

Stewart pursues emotional truth rather than tidy exposition. What unfolds is less a biography and more a fever dream of survival, stitched from images that bleed into each other with quiet menace. The film revels in sensory overload, occasionally testing the viewer's patience, but that very relentlessness is its thesis: trauma is not a sequence of events; it is an experience that loops, interrupts and intrudes without permission.