Arijit’s review published on Letterboxd:
It begins as Day For Night, then moves to be 81/2 and finally goes on to become *insert any Charlie Kaufman written/directed film*. However, what's fascinating is RK doesn't lose his voice, which is at once methodical while at the other end deeply existential. It was present in Aankhon Dekhi as well, but here the questions are presented inwards- notably from RK's harrowing experiences in personal life. The humour is protracted, so are the characters. Here, the reel and real often stumble to ask who knows how long we'll live, and what is the worth of leaving a work behind. Does anyone even care?