Neil Bahadur’s review published on Letterboxd:
Maybe too opaque in the second half - as though Anderson is scared of his own ideas. But this is still a pretty brave and audacious work, and a leap for Anderson as filmmaker. As though having realized his greatest strength is his capability in handling performances, this, at best, is a good work about performativity, and how easily that will translate into cult of personality once its limits can be recognized. But there are still far more questions than answers - yet this opaqueness is delightful, espicially coming after a work like There Will Be Blood.
Anderson strangely, resembles Chaplin most of all - the frame never leaves the central performer of a given scene, they lead the scene, convey all the ideas of a given moment - Anderson's camera is little more than a recording device for the act of performance itself.