Laurie Strode’s review published on Letterboxd:
If not for the visual poetry this film doubtlessly wants to shove down your throat, this is a worthless film. Talking limos? Chimp family? Mo-cap sex? Eva Mendes with no speaking lines? This film tries to pass for high art, but this narrative barely hangs like wet seaweed on a needle filled beach.
Don't bother people.