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31 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 100The PlaylistCharlie SchmidlinThe PlaylistCharlie SchmidlinA stunner of a directorial debut.
- 100Wall Street JournalJoe MorgensternWall Street JournalJoe MorgensternWhat you call Mr. Shults’s first film is spectacular.
- 91The A.V. ClubA.A. DowdThe A.V. ClubA.A. DowdAt just 82 minutes, Krisha wouldn’t have hurt for a little more meat on its bones; the last act blows through a shitstorm of confrontation almost too abruptly.
- 90VarietyJustin ChangVarietyJustin ChangShults’s approach craftily favors observation over exposition, and he proves as attentive to Krisha’s surroundings as he is to her inner life.
- 90The Hollywood ReporterSheri LindenThe Hollywood ReporterSheri LindenKrisha Fairchild’s lead performance starts off as riveting and grows ever more compelling as the brilliantly off-center story unwinds.
- 83IndieWireEric KohnIndieWireEric KohnKrisha snaps into focus whenever Shults' camera remains trained on his extraordinary lead, whose fierce commitment easily recalls a similar portrait of middle-aged alcoholism in "A Woman Under the Influence" — and, at under 90 minutes, matches its intensity in half the time.
- 80Screen DailyTim GriersonScreen DailyTim GriersonEven when the filmmaking falters, Krisha Fairchild’s unsettlingly intense lead performance dominates the movie, leaving us feeling as captive as the character’s wary kin.
- 80The GuardianJordan HoffmanThe GuardianJordan HoffmanIt is a bravura debut from a young film-maker, proving that one can still make a movie for no money at a family member’s house and come away with a work of art, not just a calling card.
- 75The Film StageDaniel SchindelThe Film StageDaniel SchindelKrisha showcases artistry that’s quite accomplished for a debut feature. That it’s all in service of a story that doesn’t seem to know what it really wants to do or say (other than dismantle its lead) is a shame, but there’s true promise here.
- 50Slant MagazineJames LattimerSlant MagazineJames LattimerIt rams home the main character's relentless downward spiral though an incessant parade of grandstanding stylistic flourishes.