Rembrandt Q Pumpernickel’s review published on Letterboxd:
Much funnier than I remembered it being. Kudos to Kubrick for making Jack Nicholson's constant scenery chewing an asset as opposed to a liability. I hate to praise Shelley Duvall's performance given what Kubrick infamously put her through in order to achieve it, but she's deliriously at the end of her rope for almost the entire runtime. It's impressive.
Not as good as my favorite Kiyoshi Kurosawa films but an extremely obvious forefather to them (the woman in the bath moves almost exactly like the ghost in Kairo). I guess I've turned around on Kubrick.