Todd Malkin’s review published on Letterboxd:
As the narrative progressed, I became less and less interested. I felt a continual ennui in place of any sympathy. I think there's an interesting story here, but... could it have been explored in a more interesting way? I have to side with Bret Easton Ellis that this seems like a case of ideology trumping aesthetics. Yes, it hits some notes, but it doesn't totally feel like the truth. I do admire the director's work -- this is a beautiful looking and feeling movie -- but, Best Picture? Really?
Anyway, I'm mostly babbling to understand all the accolades compared to my feelings. All in all, "eh." I didn't hate it. I didn't love it. But, I did trudge through the last 45 minutes out of some sense of duty. That's a sucky feeling when watching a movie.