Brian Koukol ♿’s review published on Letterboxd:
The whole sympathy-for-the-actor shtick has never really resonated for me, but this one was vague and weird enough to capture my interest before I figured out that that was what was happening. After that, my greatest fear was that the film would simply present a handful of unconnected vignettes and then end, but I was pleasantly surprised that Carax managed to bring a certain level of coherence to what, at first blush, may seem utterly incoherent. His cinematic eye and knack for pacing certainly didn't hurt either. So, while I don't necessarily care about the central theme, there was enough peripheral stuff happening to keep me going, and plenty of stuff to think about after it had ended.