I hate to say this could’ve been written by AI—it’s such a cliche critique—but ironically this could have.

In his feeble attempt to provoke opinions and parody the current situation, Yann Gozlan, the director and screenwriter, can't help but fall into constant clichés and unintentionally diminish interest in his own idea. [Full review in Spanish]

De France has done a remarkable job of keeping us engaged while she spends much of the runtime in the same apartment alone, coping variously with withdrawal, heartache, and paranoia.

The generic screenplay results in a film that feels like an inferior "Black Mirror" episode, twice as long, with a misguided message about the current state of AI at its center.