Ben’s review published on Letterboxd:
The melancholy of forbidden love. The way burning desire is portrayed felt too real for me. Each side eye glance or nonchalant soft touch. The subtlety of innocent compliments that insinuate deeper meaning and true feelings. Moments of uncertainty and reservation to not come across as a fool.
“I wanna know, I think... I mean, I wanna ask you things, but I'm... I'm not sure that you want that...”
“Ask me things. Please.”
The hotel scene where passions finally explode was incredibly cathartic. There’s no more hiding. This was a such a beautiful film that I connected with a lot. Aesthetically it’s perfect. No shot looks like an afterthought. The dreamy imagery of some scenes to reflect the feelings of love reminded me of Wong Kar-wai. That telephone scene where nothing is said until Carol hangs up followed by Therese whispering “I miss you...I miss you.”... Jesus. As the film fades to black I was left hopeful and quite a bit sad. Bittersweet.