Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
Albert Serra remaking the Leaud movie with his regular Lluis Serrat slowly dying as Louis XIV minus literally any dramatic element. Roi Soleil is unwatchable outside of some moments of shallow picturialism. One might argue that there's something on the dialetical constrast between the early film maximalism and the minimalism here, but one might also point out that The Death of Louis XIV already carried that contrast in itself. Anyway one has to respect the amount of perversity on display here. It is filmmaking as a troll act at such a level the dane charlatan couldn't even begin to dream of.