JR’s review published on Letterboxd:
Saw this with my friend Kirby at the Paris Theatre, and we had to wait for our seats in a line that ran almost the full length of (the long side of) a Manhattan city block. Amazingly, we were able to nab seats near the front. Even more amazingly, Kirby saw someone peeking through the side exit doors and discovered that Noah Baumbach was there in person.
He came out to introduce it, with a physical demeanor that reminded me of a downtrodden Beatle. He modestly thanked us all for coming, said he was glad his hometown was now able to see the film, sang some praises to Netflix for preserving the Paris, then got out of his own way so we could watch the movie.
After it ended and people were filing out, I really hoped he would be in the lobby so I could thank him for the experience, for getting to spend time with these characters and share their turmoil. Obviously he wasn't, but it's the thought that counts, right? Right?
Also, there's a scene late in the game between Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson that is, no exaggeration, one of the most intense things I've seen all year. Consider yourself warned.