Matt Singer’s review published on Letterboxd:
Kaufman made this movie for Netflix, which might have been a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he got to direct the sort of deeply peculiar, and downright off-putting movie that most major studios would never touch in 2020, even when it comes from the auspices of a critically-acclaimed filmmaker. On the other hand, even without a global pandemic most people would have encountered this movie on a television, computer, or phone — a less-than-optimal setting for an experience that was clearly calibrated for theaters right from the tiniest opening credits I have ever seen in my entire life. Thanks to the pandemic, no one will see this movie in a theater. At home, a lot of people faced with the choice of enduring squirm-inducing recreations of miserable conversations will just turn the movie off and try something else.
Full review at ScreenCrush.