Xebeche’s review published on Letterboxd:
I have a very low tolerance for the artist's lament, so much that even 8 1/2, while brilliant, is irritating to me. But here come the Coen Bros and they lean all the way into it, all the way into the self pity, the arrogance, the pride, even the cruel fatalism of time and nature swirling into a needlessly punishing cyclone of misfortune. And I fucking love it. I love it because of its hyper specificity, that they get into the nuance of the hustle, and because Oscar Isaac is the best around. And like so many other Coens' films, it's both hilarious and esoteric, which is a goddamn great combination of moods that few filmmakers can pull off.