Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd:
Shame about the third act. Immensely entertaining 'til then, both in its structural playfulness (conditioning you to increasingly truncated repetitions, then abruptly switching gears and dropping you unaware into a scene's 50th iteration) and in its oddly satisfying riff on the Cruise persona, which here must be painstakingly assembled from the template of a whimpering scaredy-cat. Not sure what went wrong at the end, because the solution to the problem seems obvious: The film's emotional fulcrum arrives when Cage struggles to avoid advancing to the next "level," which he knows Rita can't complete; just hinge your climax on that sense of anguish and you've got something potent. Might alienate the groundlings, but clearly they didn't bite anyway.