Florian Weigl’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mubi about promising what you cannot hold. Two sides of concrete and limitless sky inbetween before you fix the mirror on the wall behind us. Pessimism as the wellspring of romance. I too apologize for my existence! Playing the part for flirtation and fun but grieving the introspection like a puppet pleasuring itself by touching its own strings. Oh but the light on your face!! Oh how you skin glows!!! The only time church bells match their pitch is when they stand still. Shadows of sparrows passing on the wall. I need to be at the station at nine. Had a crush on Binoche since I was 17 but this one felt transcendent.