Jizzmonkey’s review published on Letterboxd:
There I was thinking jazz had finally died a miserable and fitting death. And then Ryan Gosling had to go and save it. Damn you, Gosling! May your man seed be only good for impregnating goats, may the flatulence of a thousand buffalo invade your nostrils for two score years, may scorpions and baby alligators inhabit your underwear drawer, may your song and dance movie win Best Picture then have it ripped away!