Nathan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Looks like Wheatley’s not for me. Sad because I really dug Sightseers. I respected the ambition and manic energy of this but really never gelled with its rhythm at all. The concept, even though I’m sure it probably reads better in Ballard’s prose, seemed so obvious and its delivery was unnatural. It’s all a little edgelordy. But remember this is coming from someone who loves LVT and Lanthimos and Solondz, the edgelordiest directors of all, so I think it’s less about that and more with just me personally not understanding this kind of storytelling.