Bram Ruiter’s review published on Letterboxd :
Simplicity at its finest, and firmly underway to the masterpieces. I do want to add that I’m still lost on Bresson’s inclusion of that oppressively descriptive VO, both here and Diary. In this one, especially later on, the explanatory elevates the procedural shape it has, but certain bits feel wholly unnecessary. Why explain that what we can see? Shouldn’t actions speak for themselves? I don’t know. I truly don’t. I really enjoyed the tenseness of this, and the melting of time through dissolves, but yeah, I would love to know the reasoning behind the VO.