Alan Mattli’s review published on Letterboxd:
A 126-minute reel of unfunny first-lockdown jokes about Zooms, nasal swabs, and, eventually, about what neurotic crybabies the Hollywood elite are – aimed squarely at that same Hollywood elite. It's par for the course for Apatow, of course – a director who deals exclusively in overlong collages of painfully forced banter and cameos of his rich and famous friends – but this one doesn't even make an effort to look like anybody was trying, from the non-existent narrative consistency to the endless dance scenes to the horrendous editing to the fact that the ending is lifted straight from Tropic Thunder. Truly a sorry excuse for a movie, let alone a comedy.