Erik Stiller’s review published on Letterboxd:
It’s a biopic working very hard to be arthouse and it ends up losing its way... there isn’t much importance to the plot, and that can be ok, but the closing sentiment, the summation of the movie’s mission, that ideally would make up for that lack is such a Literature 101-level proposal that it feels like a letdown, after the movie has spent so much time (and so much of the third act) playing with much grander ideas, literary or otherwise. Ultimately the movie just can’t pick a lane and it suffers.
Some of the arthouse stuff is really good, especially the editing of conversations between Neruda and his wife. Good cinematography.