Jori Korpershoek’s review published on Letterboxd:
I was looking for something to watch. Something easy. It became a toss up between Commando and Little Miss Sunshine. Well, life's easy but choices are hard so I ended up not being in the mood for either.
So I came across this poster. Beautiful. Quite liked the description, and was for some reason hoping for a movie about a guy building a miniature version of New York with a play set right in front of it. An hour in, there is no miniature New York. Not even a normal New York. So in that way it did not deliver on it's promises.
But damn this was good. I am sure I don't understand how clever it is (not yet at least) Philip Seymour Hoffman is great as the struggling, artistic loser. The fact that I could relate to him a 100% throughout the whole thing is just a testament to how good he is in this. The thing with mindfuck/psychological/postmodern flicks is that you are quickly lost and get bored by the ideas, because the performances don't hold up. I think Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind suffers from that. Well, this doesn't.
It's an achievement that this pretentious, too big for it's own good film did not collapse on itself. Because it could have been a trainwreck (and I guess many people think it is). But nope. Two hours of excellent weirdness in a wonderfully humane form.
P.S. Is it me, or did some recent blockbusters borrow from this pretty heavily?