Dara K. Marzipan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Feeling envious of everyone in their 20s who gets to relate to this direct from the source. I'm in my late 30s now and my brain peppers have cooled down considerably, but Julie's restlessness and shifting self-image are still very familiar.
There's also some secondary themes here about the social politics of Web 2.0, especially as they pertain to the creatives and culture movers who keep us supplied with "content." They're set in contrast with artists from the pre-internet age, some of whom are now seen as outdated edgelords. The script has a big smirk for all of these characters, but seems unaware that it's playing in the same shallow waters.
In the end, the real function of these themes is to set up a great monologue from Aksel (Anders Danielsen Lie), who speaks candidly about the cultural world he grew up in, a world of art-imbued objects that has now vanished. He used to be in the cultural vanguard; now the conversation has left him behind. It's very poignant, but the film's attempt to connect this back to his comic books (Fritz the Cat–esque raunch full of rape and antisemitism) feels pretty ridiculous. I guess Joachim Trier is feeling his age.