Lencho of the Apes’s review published on Letterboxd :
The 'experimental' content of this is clumsily theorized, by someone with a minimal understanding of existing film theory, and the only way this worked for me was as a satirical portrait of a late-teen 4changoon, playing at InCel misogyny and fascism, who's convinced his commonplace ideas are the very hottest hotshit.
The experience of watching it? Like seeing an adaptation of Breton's Nadja, made by someone whose intention was to make the tiredest thing on the face of the planet.
It gets incidental bonus cred for narrating something of the daily life of beat-era countercultures in Paris, which I've never seen described from the inside anywhere else.