benschmidt’s review published on Letterboxd:
A big drop-off from "Nightcrawler", where Gilroy maybe hit the "if it bleeds, it leads" satire a bit strong but was able to navigate an interesting world with biting critique. The criticism of the high art world here feels easy and pedestrian, the most effective part being a dead body confused as an installation. The horror (with the exception of the arm) all feels like an episode of Goosebumps in terms of quality. "Exploit art at your own peril", is that the extent of it? Gyllenhaal's eccentric performances are hit and miss for me, I can see the work too much, and this is just on the wrong side of not buying it. Subpar all around.