Jake Cole’s review published on Letterboxd:
The network narrative film too often makes a grand to-do of its domino narrative assembly, picking an obvious point to coalesce its threads into one overarchingly simplistic statement about the connected state of our modern existence. The Terrorizers completely flips that script: its plotlines happen simultaneously, with each arc's individual catastrophes played as separate but equal actions that influence other storylines but never meet into one unified statement of closure. In fact, the moments in which arcs collide tend to bring ruin all around, splintering the characters even as circumstance causes them to ricochet off each other from time to time. It's connectivity as an alienating hell of globalization, one where a palette of neutral white epitomizes a de-culturizing homogeneity where strangers can ruin your life based on nothing more than a bored prank call. It's a disturbingly prescient film, perhaps the most devastating indictment of the global cultural shift begun in the '80s and a far cry from Yang's other, more somber films. A rage simmers here that is powerful to behold, even as the director still finds space to observe these characters on their own merits and frustrated desires.