Michael Stavros’s review published on Letterboxd:
I think Kaufman may be better served with taking a leave of sorts, allowing some separation between himself and and the industry that he seems at this point to loathe if all the jabs at Hollywood are anything to go off (the Zemeckis joke was the biggest eye-roll I've had in a while). We get it, Charlie, you think anything other than abject hopelessness is a falsehood humans tell themselves to feel better.
Perhaps I was never an out-and-out Kaufman film and only liked him when filtered through Spike Jonze and Michel Gondry, two filmmakers similarly interested in playing with the form but seem much more interested in the spectrum of human emotion rather than damning anything other than solipsistic misery as nothing more than a fleeting, comforting lie before we slow march to our deaths.
Everything on a technical aspect and the contributions of the actors were all aces and I unabashedly loved the dance sequence, though.