Ian West’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lurid De Palma-sleaze pulp opens with an intricate yet marvelously wonderful heist at Cannes before slipping into a mysterious mashup of con artists, paparazzo, doubles, lap dances, double/triple crosses, impalement, dreams, and the line ‘you don’t have to lick my ass, just fuck me’.
Fellow Newark NJ native BDP uses all of his trash-pulp Hitchcock on steroids tricks that he’s honed for years and riffs on himself more than his influences—and it’s amped up even more here... split screens, overhead shots, slow motion setpieces, and purely nonsensical in the best possible way... and I love it! Kinda feels like a eurosleaze version of Mullholand Drive or De Palma’s version of Lost Highway and that is very much my bullshit.