In maybe the most truthful scene set in a mixing studio [the] dialogue scans as hilarious—at one point Jessica asks that the audio be made “earthy,” at another more “round”—but within this interaction we can locate the roots of so much: art, criticism, life; the attempt to weave form from the void, order from nothing; the irony that humanity has settled upon unwieldy language as our primary tool from which to make sense of experience; how words always leave so much just out of reach—a feeling any critic of Apichatpong’s consistently slippery work to date has surely and sorely felt.
— Jeff Reichert (Reverse Shot)