Mikael Stånggren’s review published on Letterboxd:
Somewhere over the rainbow, casting its colorful shine upon two identical mountain peaks, which in turn cast their shadow upon us sinful mortals living at their weighty feet, lives a legally insane director who is The Wizard of Us All. Some claim that he's a genius, others say he should be returned to sender. It could also be argued that he ain't nothing but a horndog. I say a little bit of each, appreciating original ways of conveying moods and stories, but am also overpowered by personal ambivalence towards any and all surrealism that isn't Being John Malkovich. I wanted to love this, tenderly, but stopped at liking it, dispassionately.