matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
This feels uneven but only because it's not aiming for genre reflexivity. It feels a little thematically trite but only because it's not after anything much more profound than genuine pathos. But it's formally precise and anchored by an unsurprisingly terrific lead performance and also very ironically funny. It's the late-period movie that's consistently been escaping guys like Joe Dante or Don Coscarelli. I liked it a lot.