Ted Mills’s review published on Letterboxd:
Based on a novel by Ryu Murakami (who wrote Audition), this movie evaporates right after you watch it, despite many things to recommend it: the amazing miniatures created for the city sets, the soundtrack, and and of course Mia Wasikowska, whose haircut brings back memories of Elina Löwensohn. I think the style gets in the way of setting up a frame for the story to advance. Looking back it's a story of two people thrown together by fate who realize each others' death drives can help each other in a bloody, destructive, masochistic way. However, too much of the film feels like a cat-and-mouse between "killer" and "victim", and too much feels edited out. It feels like a psychological novel filled with internal monologues stripped down to just action.
However, if you wonder who got Frank Booth's apartment after Blue Velvet, it's Jackie.