Quinn Bailey’s review published on Letterboxd:
Honestly, I'm still sorting through my feelings on this one. On the one hand, this is easily one of the most stunning and arresting movies I've ever seen, beautiful from start to finish. I usually hate when someone says "it's not a movie, it's an experience", as I feel that all great movies are experiential to some degree; however, this movie might deserve that qualifier. It also packs some truly brilliant social satire - the "planets" segment is easily the funniest thing I've seen in a movie this year. And then there's that fucking ending...
On the other hand, I'm not really sure this is as great of a movie as all my art school friends have told me it is. It basically falls apart in its final act, and more than a few moments come off as cheesy rather than compelling. There's also a personal problem for me here - I don't want to sound like a total prude, but dear god is this movie misogynistic. Most of Jodorowsky's female characters come off as sexual objects, fetishized for their exoticism, and those that aren't are the subject of mockery (i.e. the nun selling crosses, the financial advisor's mother). When your most developed female lead is a deranged bisexual arms dealer who humps a mountain and hallucinates about drowning in cum, you might have a slight problem.
I'm certainly glad I saw this movie, as I'll probably never see anything like it again. I'm just not sure I actually liked it. I still need to think on it.