Raul Marques’s review published on Letterboxd:
A movie made out of glances. Some shared, some personal, some lost, some remembered. For someone to be funny, another person has to be there, but love and desire only require one. Even while these characters live it with one another, they're each, consciously or not, looking for ways to seize that feeling to revisit later. Trying to put it in a painting, a book, a song, a movie, because moments pass, yet some emotions are profound, once felt they'll forever remain. The elegance in which Sciamma (& the leads' wonderfully layered, subdued performances) portrays this particular journey, taking into account the audience's presumed notion of how things could develop given the formal and historical context, particularly how she frames those sustained looks and the manners their bodies can manifest their sentiment more eloquently than their words, is honestly spellbinding. Plus, the colors are stunning.
