Alci Rengifo’s review published on Letterboxd:
What better way to spend an evening amid the apocalypse than by watching "Cats?" The entire film looks like it's set in some dystopian wasteland of a city lit in bad neon. Maybe this is what will be left after COVID-19, empty streets with dancing cats. The rest is a rush of strangely animated digital bodies, cats without claws, dressed in cannibalized furs, faces that digitally stretch out during certain notes, incomprehensible lyrics and barely a plot. And how dare Hooper stage "Memory" without moonlight? You're better off reading the T.S. Eliot poem the song was partially inspired by, "Rhapsody on a Windy Night." However it has the merit of attaining midnight infamy. Many better films come and go and disappear in the collective memory. This one will remain.