finchsam’s review published on Letterboxd:
I've seen eight Cassavetes flicks, haven't liked a single one. I've tried, I'm trying, I don't know, they're just not for me, and this one might actually be my least favorite. I'm the same age Cassavetes was when he made this, I'm a husband and father, I've lost close friends, and yet there's nothing here I can relate to. To ponder the deeper meaning feels pointless to me; ideas are half-baked, these guys are assholes, every scene is painfully long, these guys are assholes. Anyway, I'll just get over myself and finish these last four Cassavetes flicks. Here's to hoping I end up liking one of 'em.