Adam Amin’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is not a film about what happened after Epstein, or a film that attempts to create a narrative to follow it, but a movie that uses the setting as an excuse to provide writing that pushes its own meta-narrative, that which is ostensibly about being rich in New York City and appropriating internet slang. This is a hard film to rate and critique. You think it’s hitting a stride and then you feel stupid for giving it a chance. The biggest and most heartbreaking insult I can offer is that it's “nothing special”. It hasn’t reinvented anything, not from overuse of kitsch, not from genuinely compelling narrative techniques, not from genuinely compelling directing techniques. Not from any lens I look at it. It doesn’t benefit from pretending to be a Giallo. It’s certainly not “so bad it’s good”. It’s just a student film with a lot of dollar signs around it. I'm disappointed and wish the money could have gone to someone who could really make a feature debut worth giving attention to. Instead we got a flaccid, loveless movie — one that’s a little bit funny sometimes. But this is not what film is about. This is a product that is born from a lack of an eye for beauty. It is a victory lap without a race.