Elya’s review published on Letterboxd:
So that's what magic feels like. It's the heat of the sun, the sound of children playing, the uniting atmosphere of a major sporting event. The moment when you close your eyes and let the film take over. Star-crossed lovers gets a painful refresh to its meaning, though it's easy to unintentionally let the main narrative slide when it feels like you live in the same town as Lisa and Giorgi, suddenly following the daily mundane. This one is for all of us who want to be the kid in the "I am nice and also rich" shirt. It's most likely my lockdown brain talking, but the past year hasn't been for nothing if I'm finally allowing myself to simply be swept away.