Jacob’s review published on Letterboxd:
Didn’t expect it to be an effective horror going in, but the satire was much weaker than I’d hoped for. Nothing here felt poignant, nor did anything feel hollow enough to act as commentary on the state of the art world (not a great take, but it would’ve been something). What was the point of this if it wasn’t at least fun to watch?
The direction is embarrassing. I wonder if a second unit took over or if this was genuinely how Gilroy thought these scenes should be covered. Can you believe this has the same DP as There Will Be Blood?