Tadeu Bijos’s review published on Letterboxd:
with "husbands" casavettes made a movie so utterly terrifying and lonely that every laughter feels like a desperate cry for help, every smile a faustian pact in shared despair. once the men split-up inside the cassino, and start having one-on-one conversations with women they have never met, the movie spirals into one of my favorite on-screen hearts of darkness; failures of intimacy and connection have almost never been portrayed so abjectly rueful. there is no other way around it: this is a movie about salt really festering in the wound. men!