Bill Arceneaux’s review published on Letterboxd :
Pure tragi-horror. An essay on modern America and the birth of the image disease. A personal favorite biopic for its sheer creativity, technique, and soul. Through properly sequenced music and careful camera movement, these Barbie dolls emote/evoke more than expected, and produce tears and terror in equally surprising parts. Gets into the mindset of mental illness, and nests in like a parasitic entity. Through the eyes of Karen, we feel the tension and anxiety of family and fame, almost being too much to bear. Of course, for Karen, it must've been 100 times worse. Is there a petition to release this in a definitive and clear format? I'd sign up.