Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd :
Never got on this film's comic wavelength, don't really have anything to say about it. It mostly just tosses wacky ideas (pickle magnate as sperm donor) and made-up jargon ("ficto-critical anthropology") into a barely-there farcical narrative and hopes amusement will ensue. Also, it's possible that I nodded off toward the end and missed something [see comments; I did], but why have John show up at Maggie's apartment just seconds after she inseminates herself, professing his love and having sex with her, if you're not planning to eventually make an issue of the child's paternity? Explicitly choosing not to make it an issue is one thing, but Miller just raises the question and then ignores it. Why is the pickle dude even in the movie? I wish I actually cared about any of this.