matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
It is admittedly unfair of me to ask a specifically idiosyncratic filmmaker to stop making "their" movies. After all -- and perhaps hypocritically in this case -- I remain a fan of Wes Anderson. That said, the worst parts of this feel like an art student's parody of PARASITE. I also have a hard time accepting the sentiments here of fear of failure and denial of acceptance, partly because they're couched in this absurdly, annoyingly affected aesthetic but mostly because they're coming from Miranda July, who seems like she's never done a "normal" thing like just going to a grocery store or using an ATM ever in her entire life, on purpose. I guess all I'm saying is you could have just made a simple movie about the daughter of two con artists who are bad parents.