Greg Dorr’s review published on Letterboxd :
This didn't hit me as hard emotionally as a few other Ozus have, as I prefer his everyday dramas to the heightened melodrama in this one. I appreciate that he was using that melodrama to illustrate both how people isolate themselves from their loved ones in times of need and how outsiders, rather than empathizing with people in pain, will spin someone else's misfortune into jokes, or gossip, or something having to do with themselves. There's insightful observation as well as some nice symbolism (all the people warming themselves, individually, in front of stoves rather than seeking human warmth); there's also a bizarrely clumsily mangled plot point that was unnecessarily confusing, which suggests that Ozu was maybe a bit out of his element with this soapier material. Still, Setsuko Hara always finds a way to penetrate my granite defenses. Borderline good/great Ozu.