Kyle Donovan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Plays out exactly like a forced online college course on consent and sexual harassment. You can almost see a questionnaire pop up after every scene asking "Is this OK?" (gee I wonder). Eventually turns into the most icky rom com in recent memory, with Nice Guy Burnham making me physically cower from cringe. Dramatically abhorrent and so politically baseline that all you can do is bobble your head up and down in mind numbing agreement, despite the despicable preaching. Top that off with an embarassing extended ending for the worst best picture nominee since The Theory of Everything.