Rich Pure Doom’s review published on Letterboxd:
A patchwork of ramblings about obvious complaints. A satire that isn't particularly clever or insightful (is satire ever?). A bunch of characters who serve only one purpose: to monologue. Their relationships have no actual meaning and there is zero relevance of one person to another. Everything just exists to get us to the next sermonizing monologue. It's smug in the same way Fight Club is, and looks down on it's dimwitted audience. The ending looks like it was filmed and conceived by a high school cinema club. It's really a shame that nothing in this resembles cohesion, because William Holden is quite good in it.