Midnight_Cowboy’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lacks the spontaneity and sense of humor of his earlier work and is not as supremely crafted as Contempt (the only post-Vivre movie of his I've seen), which unfortunately leaves me wanting. It feels too detached and intellectual for its own good (or perhaps I'm just too dumb), I groaned at the explicitly philosophical conversation with the professor towards the end. As for the ending itself, I gather abruptness is the point, but it's ultimately too weightless to be effective. There are moments where it sparks to life, like the dance scene in the pool hall or the Joan of Arc stuff, but yeah if I was ever meant to feel something for Nana, I didn't. Oh well, maybe it'll play better on rewatch.