Alice Stoehr’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is a long, sick, semiotic joke, a bit like a Pythonesque romcom, told with slow zooms and overcast skies and not a sliver of sentiment. It maps civilization loosely over a set of absurd mating rituals, participated in by the sad sack ensemble for lack of a good alternative. (Opting out, we discover, is roughly the same but dirtier.) Whether residing in the woods or in a luxury hotel, the characters bear compulsory agonies; resist forbidden joys; lie down in an assortment of Procrustean beds. The actors race through their lines in a cheerless deadpan, which is apparently the trick to making me laugh like a jackass, because that's exactly what I did from beginning to end.