The dojo of this film is the ultimate unsafe space, a place of deadpan irony and appalling brutality.
Damsel ends up feeling like a festival-land breakout comedy short dragged out for two interminable hours.
David Zellner’s film settles firmly into the perspective of a lost soul who finds solace in the swaddling security of fantasy.
David and Nathan Zellner’s paean to cinema, and to the kindness of strangers, curdles into miserablism.
Its main character’s moral predicament with a woman inside a pit becomes a muddle of confused symbolism and trite psychoanalysis.