Dan Santelli’s review published on Letterboxd:
The disconnect between persona and being; the discomfort of knowing who you are and how you’re expected to be; profession not as means to earn a living but to purge one's worst impulses. Very assured for a second feature, with some clever directorial choices (diminished lookspace) and some that don't hit as strong (Wellesian low-angles are only fitfully effective). It's also occasionally saddled by an inability to translate ideas without giving in to literal-minded renderings — the poster scene is one of the more pronounced instances of bullhorn symbolism in a 2020 release that I’ve seen — and supporting characters tend toward being nonentities, their employment in the plot seldom surmount being convenient (Eddie) and methodic (Ava). That said, rare is it that a mainstream release serves up a treatise on identity and disassociation this thorny and purveys set-pieces of violence and sex this gnarly and explicit, so that ultimately won me over. Very entertaining, more JJL please.
Desperately wish to see the Hisayasu Satô version of this.