Alex Boeschenstein’s review published on Letterboxd:
I would happily do electroshock therapy to bleach this from my memory. Let me live out the rest of my days drooling sub-nutritious slop onto a bib for the privilege to forget this cinematic affront to the human spirit. If you thought this movie was clever or emotionally affecting or undergirded by poignant insight into celebrity, art, masculinity, family, etc I don’t EVER want to meet you. I implore you…do not see this and do not trust anyone who tells you otherwise