j. kwiatkowski’s review published on Letterboxd:
Vincent Gallo is very obviously playing himself, but as if he took a road not traveled. Mirroring his life in the most obtuse of ways, and mimicking his psyche in simultaneously the most controversial, unflattering vision you'd normally use for a self-insert character, while also being highly personal and emotional in a way where you end up sympathizing for the biggest asshole in the world.
This is my introduction to Vinny G, and I know this is only the tip of the iceberg for this maniac genius. I want to pick his brain and learn about every facet of the production of this film. Fucking stupendous.