Romain Mereau’s review published on Letterboxd:
For Julie – bright, beautiful, impulsive – her purpose eludes her, escaping between her fingers just as she begins to grasp it. First med school, she pivots to psychology, then jumps to photography - trying on different versions of herself. The men she dates are like clothes horses, scaffolds over which she throws herself to feel her own shape and fit. Some parts drape, others stretch, taut and snag. To have kids or not have kids or think about not having kids? And so it goes, mostly a continuum of contentment of being together. Until there’s a break in the noise, and the quiet enfolds her on a hilltop overlooking the city, and she’s alone listening to some part of herself that’s out there, calling, somewhere else. Maybe it kindles something. A powerful surge of joy, tumbling through the frozen streets to meet a lover’s lips. We cannot be spectators in our lives. Every ending is a beginning.