Jake Bart’s review published on Letterboxd:
I felt like it didn’t earn its emotional payoffs. The characters felt remote and the movie itself was too concerned with landing its Gags and Big Imaginative Flights of Fancy to add up on a human level. Daniels seem convinced that if they continue channel surfing through the multiverse, the audience won't notice how little meat is on the bone here and early critical raves are proving that a savvy bet.
I felt the same way about SWISS ARMY MAN (although this one is less torturous by virtue of its very game cast). Both films carry themselves with self-importance. They announce themselves as Art but the “truths” they reveal at their centers are just about at the level of greeting card aphorisms. Hallmark for potheads and grad students.