Violeta Went to Heaven(Violeta se fue a los cielos)

Slant Magazine by

Suffers from an overtly conventional way of depicting the life events of an anything-but-conventional woman, a lazy flaw further highlighted by its brief moments of visual experimentation.

New York Post by Farran Smith Nehme

The biographical bits soon feel like a distraction from the music, performed by Gavilán. It’s heard often, but not often enough. Judging by the movie, Parra’s songs are fiery and haunting, sometimes sensuous, sometimes bleak. When Parra sings, the movie becomes worthwhile.

The New York Times by Jeannette Catsoulis

Mr. Wood has created a poignant portrait of an artist unable to escape the stamp of her class or the burdens of aging.

The A.V. Club by Sam Adams

Gavilán’s performance bears out Parra’s advice to “hate mathematics and embrace chaos,” and falls between private and public, assurance and self-doubt.

Los Angeles Times by Sheri Linden

Francisca Gavilán's lead performance burns with a dark radiance that's anything but self-congratulatory.

Village Voice by Simon Abrams

By inexpertly filtering her art through her travails, Wood and Altunaga reimagine Parra's suicide as an explicable conclusion to her turbulent life.