Alice Stoehr’s review published on Letterboxd:
The problem with vacations is that no matter how far you travel, it's still you taking the trip. Anna flees her marriage to visit with some old friends in the Italian countryside, insinuating herself into their family's dynamics. She swims, sees the sights, hangs out with their teenage kids. She tries to lose herself in the ultra-bourgeois chitchat, caught by Joanna Hogg in long takes full of overlapping dialogue and harsh sunlight. By the end of summer, though, she's still herself, still kind of miserable. She's gotten pretty trashed. She's endured a lot of embarrassment. She hasn't really found anything. Maybe next time she should make like Katharine Hepburn in Summertime: forgo Tuscany and take a solo holiday in Venice instead.