Ostensibly deals with postpartum depression from a grounded female gaze but instead repeats old tropes of manic pixie female hysteria with an embarrassing amount of feral Lawrence crawling on the ground but make it sexy scenes? Postpartum depression but actually she still really loves and cares for the baby, it's the dog that overstimulates her really.
Unnecessary token black man / black horse fantasies, suggested to be imaginary, but somehow we must also get an unnecessary side plot about the man's family and disabled daughter? I guess the intention is to depict him in a similar vulnerable position as her, but it goes nowhere and feels incredibly shallow.
What's with the suicide by anal gunshot plot point? Comic relief?
The cinematography is nice, but as a whole it felt like a shallow attempt at arthouse cinema for the TikTok generation, or perhaps for older white millennial feminists.