Chris Cabin’s review published on Letterboxd:
Expands lovingly and giddily on what Jarmusch was playing with in The Limits of Control, with some solid nods to Lynch and (obviously) Romero. Lacks the romance of Only Lovers and Paterson but there is a certain warmth to the way JJ indulges the wilder, narrative-breaking habits of early horror and B-movies. Anyway, this rules. Fuck the haters.