SleepyTuna’s review published on Letterboxd:
A film like none that have come before it. It's oftentimes as visually striking as it is disorienting. In its near two and a half hours run time, the sensory assault hardly lets up.
It's a technical marvel saturated with psychedelics, sex, agony, and a uniquely maddening, never ceasing, roaming omniscient overhead perspective from which we helplessly suspend from for the majority of the movie.
I'm not sure why some people don't see the incest in this movie. In Oscar's spiritual non-corporeal state he jumps into the POV of men fornicating with his sister. Twice. Not to mention the Oedipal flashes that climax in the last twenty minutes.
Enter the Void left me wanting to be grounded, in more ways than one, but you'd be hard pressed bringing up the film with someone and not at least arousing their curiosity to take a peek, whether or not they should.
There is little pleasantness to be found here. Heed the titular warning.