andrew t’s review published on Letterboxd:
Kept muttering "what the fuck am I watching," but in a good way. The other films I've seen from Leos Carax are also really weird, but this one fully clicked for me. I don't want to even begin to try to interpret or explain what happens, because that's not as fun as just taking in the compressed madness of the entire human experience.
The one brainy thing I'll mention is the appearance of clips from early film experiments by Étienne-Jules Marey. Taking together the slick digital cinematography of Holy Motors and the abrupt genre switches from scene to scene, Carax seems to want to contain the whole of cinema history in this film.