Clayton Shank’s review published on Letterboxd:
Too elliptical and elusive for its own good. You can see Lanthimos’ neurons beginning to fire here in his solo directorial debut, but his slowly unfolding tapestry centering on a trio of loosely related characters and one bizarre film project never coheres. It’s like trying to experience theater from the lobby, only catching faint impressions of the stage every time the door is cracked open by someone walking out to take a piss. Speaking of urine, I want to strangle the cinematographer. My craft stout keeping me company with its silky chocolate aromas and heroic 9% alc / volume was my only consolation. For completists only.