Michael Stringer’s review published on Letterboxd:
After this, Atlantics, and Stranger by the Lake, I’m sold on watching anything shot by Claire Mathon from here on. I’ve heard some complaints that this film is too frigidly controlled, making a misnomer of the titular fire, and that is certainly true of the beginning. But, as the film progresses, Sciamma loosens her grip and lets things breath and move in new, spectacular directions.
Also, what was that trippy armpit drug? I want some.