Bruce Kim’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film is where I eventually soured on Aster. This is the second time he crafted an elaborately directed film that uses grief as a cheap motif.
The repeated cuts to graphic scenes did it for me. It's just a gore porn masquerading as an art-house film with A24 stamp and elaborate framing/staging.
Aster has nothing more to say than "look at these fucked up images!" But he doesn't even have the integrity to admit that. So he couches his films on seemingly heavy elements like grief, suicide. I fell for it in Hereditary, but this film is where I finally refuse to be conned.