"A movie infatuated with its own brand of smarts, but totally incapable of sustaining any lasting impact, made more ironic by Nicolas Winding Refn’s own comparisons of film violence with intercourse (as witnessed in his now infamous, pre-watershed expletive during BBC’s Breakfast programme). The intimate prowess of the film in that regard is about as awkward as its emotionally detached anti-hero, leaving us prematurely unfulfilled."
