JJ’s review published on Letterboxd:
Doesn’t really interrogate the nature of alcoholism, which (from what I’ve heard) is less a plunge and more a gradual and accelerating descent. The film works best if you see alcohol merely as a vehicle to escape back to youth, with those who can’t come to terms living in the present having the hardest time shaking the “experiment.” Vinterberg is very good at capturing the quiet desperation of older men, emphasis on the quiet. Despair isn’t always pyrotechnics, sometimes it’s just gnawing absence.
Ultimately a fun time, Mads is great as always, the finale mostly lived up to the hype. But this still felt rather inconsequential, a missed opportunity. The bottle of booze is half full, but that just means there’s more left on the table.