Timcop’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Then it has all been deliberately, systematically designed to cast the uninitiated into an inextricable mental confusion!"
Wow. Totally zonked out head trip that oftentimes makes perfect sense while not making any sense at all, especially becoming increasingly obfuscating in that last hour and a half (backwards talking, endlessly repetitive dialogue). You'll wade through 30 minutes of cyclical conversation about someone's approach to Prometheus between two people on a couch which is then immediately interrupted by an outright slapstick moment in somebody's doorway that makes you laugh out loud. The overwhelming tension generated that's released in a moment of comic levity that you're not sure you understand but was still hilarious all the same. And while Leaud and Berto are the ones running around and butting into everyone's business, Michael Lonsdale might be the overall central figure here, acting as the connecting tissue between everything and everyone. And if you were wondering whether they adhere to the theatrical principle of Chekhov's Gun, buddy you better believe that they do, just in the nick of time.