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14 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 100Village VoiceAlan ScherstuhlVillage VoiceAlan ScherstuhlEveryone's reeling from dreads and reveries they can't quite comprehend, and Zulawski's daft incidents, comic sketches, and stabs of profundity will likely put you into a similar awed stupor.
- 83The A.V. ClubIgnatiy VishnevetskyThe A.V. ClubIgnatiy VishnevetskyMade 15 years after Żuławski’s last film, Cosmos makes for a fittingly offbeat and mystifying statement of purpose for a filmmaker fascinated by confrontations with the cosmic unknown.
- 83The Film StageThe Film StageA filmmaker who values the power of shock, but not necessarily thrills for thrills’ sake, Żuławski elucidates material with tools that announce themselves in their presentation — surprising camera dollies, fast pans, sudden cuts, overly prominent music cues — and raise complex questions about their relation to one another.
- 80The Hollywood ReporterNeil YoungThe Hollywood ReporterNeil YoungWith all farces, timing and rhythms are absolutely crucial and Zulawski — working with editor Julia Gregory — maintains a disarming brio from the very first seconds.
- 70Screen DailyAllan HunterScreen DailyAllan HunterThere is a real sense of poignancy and heartache in random scenes with Azema or Balmer and even if the film deliberately eschews easy comprehension it remains involving and intriguing enough to keep the viewer on board.
- 70VarietyPeter DebrugeVarietyPeter DebrugeZulawski maintains such expert control of the film’s look and tone that there can be no question that each choice has been deliberate, whatever the significance.
- 63Slant MagazineJesse CataldoSlant MagazineJesse CataldoAndrzej Zulawski's film experiment ranks somewhere between captivatingly off the wall and utterly exhausting.
- 63New York PostFarran Smith NehmeNew York PostFarran Smith NehmeThis loopy absurdist comedy is the final work of Andrzej Zulawski, the famed Polish filmmaker who died in February.
- 60The New York TimesA.O. ScottThe New York TimesA.O. ScottIt is possible to appreciate Mr. Zulawski’s perverse ingenuity, and to miss his eye and voice, without quite succumbing to the strenuous charms and overcooked provocations of Cosmos.