Tyler Whitmore’s review published on Letterboxd:
Every time Tilda Swinton stared into the camera I could feel her piercing through my soul.
Half documentary, half fever dream cinematic recreation, this account of a brutal murder in 1994 London left a lot to be desired and the stylistic clash didn't work for me. The documentary half was quite bizarre (complimentary) as it felt like something a substitute teacher would throw on to watch during class but it was guided and delivered by Tilda Swinton.
Now that I am almost through Luca's filmography, I didn't realize that Tilda Swinton was his muse. Can we really blame him, though?