The reviews are sharply divided on Akerman’s Proust adaptation, with praise centred on her controlled visual style and treatment of passion and possession. Admirers find the patient camera movements and carefully composed frames compelling, while even some sceptics acknowledge the precision of individual scenes. The New Yorker sees a distinctive cinematic melodrama, finding suspense in its scenes and a productive connection to Hitchcock and Godard.
The main disagreement is over whether that formal control makes the relationship absorbing or keeps it remote. Several critics find the solemn staging emotionally distancing, with long takes and meticulous compositions suppressing the story’s fascination. Variety offers one of the strongest objections, arguing that repetitive dialogue and an uneventful narrative overwhelm the insights into possessiveness. The spread is wide: what supporters value as patient and strange, detractors find dull or lifeless, leaving little agreement about the film’s emotional force.
