Chaim Kindergelt’s review published on Letterboxd:
Cold, oppressive compositions, cognizant of the apparatus that stands between our image and Akerman. The magnifying dissonance consumes her mother's words, read poignantly by Chantal's voice, in a soft monotony quite keen on embracing a warmth. The city looks at her and her lens alike, the indifference noticeably scrutinized as the unengaged world's apathy provokes her own segregation. As the shots grow longer in length, the disquieting sensations of vacancy seize the frame, until all that's left to do is disassociate herself from its elaborate magnitude, until it's merely another landscape of an image that might just be free. Catharsis comes not as a climax, but as a catalyst.