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Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd :
This review may contain spoilers.
Kept waiting for the central conceit to become meaningful—it's certainly arresting enough—but the spectacle of a boss goofing around the office after losing all understanding of "work," or some dude turning hippie activist when it turns out that he now can indeed imagine no possessions...I dunno, it all just seemed kinda limp to me. And then I confess that I turned on the movie pretty violently when the endgame proved to be yet another variation on a deadly alien re-evaluating humanity after learning about love. Is that a joke, Kiyoshi? I'm like to choke, Kiyoshi!* Formally quite impressive, as ever, but Kurosawa's accompanying miniseries—reportedly set in the same universe, less sappy, more horrific, now condensed into a feature film of its own—sounds more my speed.
* Apologies to Michael Sicinski.