Rich with idiosyncratic style, macabre wit, riveting energy, and performances both playful and perturbing, Judy and Punch really packs a punch. I'm sorry, but it does.

The movie would like to see itself as a feminist allegory of abuse and systemic oppression, but it comes off as something far more scattered and unfocused.

There's no puppet master here - just a pair of hands waving in the air, not quite sure what to do once we're paying attention.

Mirrah Foulkes writes and directs the film with a sharp eye and mind. It’s a darkly funny film that basks in the bizarreness of its own world, in a clever duality of the puppet show that goes beyond merely switching the names.