Joseph Evans’s review published on Letterboxd:
the elite molding and irrigating their own landscape of corruption in which they can commit whatever atrocities they please and get away scot-free, as we’re powerless to stop it. it’s Chinatown, after all. separating art from artist is a tricky concept and I don’t know if it’s always entirely possible, but I think this film has come to exist beyond that, something that exists and operates completely on its own. a masterpiece. how horribly, mortifyingly ironic that it came to be about its own maker.