Jammerlich’s review published on Letterboxd:
Honestly, this was kind of wreck. A compelling wreck, but a wreck nonetheless.
"The Holy Mountain" is seldomly subtle, throwing anything and everything to ascertain some sort of higher meaning. If it wasn't for a seemingly positive conclusion to the thief's journey I would outright say it's pure cynicism masking as mysticism. Despite this I couldn't look away and could find myself revisiting this.
For the amount of weed in the air the audience kept it's shit a lot better than I was expecting.