James Cathcart’s review published on Letterboxd:
The jury is still out on Rappaport for me.
The last time I gave him a shot was about 15 years ago, with Rock Hudson's Home Movies and Journals of Jean Seberg, which I remember as being interesting enough but didn't really kick off an exploration of his work.
This one probably deserved more of my attention than my stoned-late-on-a-worknight self could afford it - I certainly wasn't in the right headspace for it and tuned out for almost all of it. The next morning I remembered basically nothing. Not sure I can blame that on the film though - I guess it says something that I'd like to give it another attempt at some point.