Jake Cole’s review published on Letterboxd:
A brash, Godardian debut that furiously lays the foundation for what would become frozen in deadpan rage by the time of magnum opus. After a brief, whimsical view of the woman walking home, the film turns sour almost as quickly as she enters the domestic space, with the slightly chaotic manner with which she starts to prepare dinner immediately giving way to an ominous mood as she starts to tape the cracks of the kitchen door. The haphazard way in which Akerman performs domestic chores of cleaning and cooking would be satirical if not for that crucial bit of introduction, and one can only spend the whole time anticipating the figurative and literal explosion. Remarkable to see Akerman clearly informed by others but already inserting her own voice in preparation for becoming one of cinema's all time great originals.