Ipreferthebook’s review published on Letterboxd:
I feel like I could give this movie actually any rating and find a way to justify it. Is it a beautiful examination of the role of performance in the modern world and the destruction of real emotion from that performance, or is the most pretentious, indulgent, and honestly annoying movie I've seen since crappy Malik? I have no Idea. I couldn't tell you, and I may never be able to.
Hats off to all the actors in this, because they were great. Hell, wouldn't be shocked if Adam Driver got an Oscar or something for this.
Still. It's so meta that it can't decide if it's a parody or not, and if it is a parody what is it parodying. But is it a melodrama worthy of Hemmingway?
I'm giving it a heart, because some scenes hit me, but there's so much in this movie that if it were in any other movie I'd call it stupid.
Ok, I'm done. I can't decide on this, and I can't even decide if I'll ever watch it again to decide.