Like so much of the radical new cinema being made in Canada, Winston DeGiobbi’s movie has a real punk-ass vibe to it (that’s a compliment), dropping narrative convention for subtler codes embedded in seemingly improvised exchanges, shot with a hard-edged bluntness that wants to challenge everything your multiplex eyes and ears have become accustomed to. The impulse for Canada to get real with itself is appreciated. Here, we follow a few days in the life of Kay Jay, a pallid 20-something introvert stuck living on his ancient grandfather’s couch in poverty-stricken New Waterford, relentlessly ragged-on by his dick of an older brother. What plot there is turns on the presence of an older, Hummer-driving gun collector, and a secret that barely slips out of this weirdly engrossing little murmur from the underside. 

Georgia Straight, September 2017