joolsd’s review published on Letterboxd:
Incredible that (apparently) the first film streamed across the internet managed to avoid all the unreasonable optimism for the medium that characterised the rest of the decade. Instead we have a piece of film-theory-fiction about the networked past, present, and future of imperialism.
A lot of other reviewers have said that there's nothing like this, which is in part true, but it's more that this occupies the centre of a very obscure Venn diagram, which would include things like the "esoteric" reading of Thomas Pynchon as a historian of the American secret technological state, accounts of "influencing-machine" paranoid delusions á la Francis E. Dec, and Mormon interstellar theology. More anachronistically, this reminded me too of Reza Negarestani's Cyclonopedia, and—inescapably with the figure of a madman trudging through the desert accompanied by questionable CGI—Xavier: Renegade Angel. But none of this really captures what this all feels like in combination. A few people have commented that they fell asleep watching this, and perhaps that's the optimal mode of consumption: as a kind of wired hypnosis.