Diogo Serafim’s review published on Letterboxd:
Really in love with this one. It may be a bit unpolished and rough around the edges but it's also filled with so many overlapping qualities, somehow balancing unblemished bursts of violence with Chow's bloated sentimentalism and hyperactive comic vein. It disposes of so many jokes, usually swiftly fired in a row, but also knowing when to take a break to be aware of its surroundings and its rhythmic development. It has the agitated energy of Tashlin combined with Lewis' simultaneously bleak and performatically precise delivery, it's so funny and so moving and so unsettling, frequently all at once but also managing to fill in some particular moments of emphasis that parade some of these qualities by their own.