Vadim Rizov’s review published on Letterboxd:
Endless endless. Too many random surface baroque fillips, the usual Sorrentino riot of random musical cues, and nearly 2.5 hours of...what? A lecture about Italy? And yet somehow on this one I don't think anyone will be telling me I failed to properly "engage" with the currently unfashionable Sorrentino, which kind of makes me want to be more sympathetic. Alas.