Khoi Vinh’s review published on Letterboxd:
At first I was quite beguiled by the impressionistic cinematography and the offhanded tone; it feels for a while like a fascinating experiment in reframing noir. But the longer the tiresome serial killer plot treads along, this seems less and less like a genuinely artistic thriller and more and more like a particularly bad episode of a terrible TV show. I can kind of appreciate Meg Ryan's valiant attempts to rethink her screen persona, but by the time she's wandering down the middle of an upper west side street in a dazed state, slathered in blood, with a cocktail dress falling off her shoulders, it's nothing but cliché. Same goes for the rest of the movie.