Chris’s review published on Letterboxd:
Obnoxious drivel. Little more than an excuse for Sam Levinson to air his grievances by having a pair of empty vessels spew half-baked claptrap about all the things he's too insecure to deal with internally. I'm assuming that he's trying to use this tumultuous relationship as a way of invoking discussion but it's absolutely pointless because his insights have all the depth of a summer puddle. This film could have ended after 10 minutes, anything of note had been addressed by that point and the rest of the running time was like walking in circles; argument, smoke break, reconcile, repeat. Watching two insufferable egomaniacs (who have no discernible traits beyond self-importance) verbally abuse each other and exchange laughably ostentatious monologues is not remotely interesting, espeically when it feels like a Twitter thread was used as the basis for the script and the whole thing is shot like a perfume advertisement.
Pretentious and then some.