Jorge 🇸🇻🇵🇸’s review published on Letterboxd:
Too many bricks to talk about, but there’s one that really strikes a chord in both the film and the album, and that is to never let the hatred for yourself consume you. Also, just now connecting the dots between The Wall and To Pimp a Butterfly, both are fantastic, but the latter is fully realized as an album, personally. Is it too late for a movie, though?
