Tim Brayton’s review published on Letterboxd:
A fucking disaster, but it's also one of the few movies I've seen in 2019 that feels like it comes from a totally committed place of real creative inspiration, especially for a major studio release. It is a film that has gone all the way in on whatever the hell it's doing, and even when that's nightmare-level horrifying, it's definitely not boring. You never, ever get used to it: at least once every five minutes, something happens to refresh the appalling, exhilarating strangeness of the unclassifiable object sitting in front of you. Definitely my flavor of derangement and messiness.