Trevor Scholl’s review published on Letterboxd:
Camp musical for the digital age.
I love seeing big budget films embrace obscure editing techniques and “faulty” cgi. You’ll probably have a good time if you acknowledge the irony but some of the stand up scenes just got too painful… It seems like a love story written by an alien, not just because of the surreal visuals, but because of how removed the dialogue and acting is (which ultimately makes it so much more alluring). Obviously you don’t get Beyoncé vocals out of Driver but the coyness of his voice adds charm for me. I think most people I know will hate this but there’s something deeply new and odd here…
Thanks for the fever dream Leos!