Michael Stringer’s review published on Letterboxd:
It felt like the movie was cyclically undercutting itself. The comic flippancy was undermined by moments of profound darkness, themselves undermined by further absurdity, and then more darkness, etc. All of that certainly fits nicely with the film’s overall sense of a slow spiral towards oblivion, but all that winding inward felt deeply ambivalent. A lot of great bits and performances though, just not sure where I land on it overall.