Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd:
Ah, the review from Cannes, back when this was a film and not a series of disheartening news items. I'm also flummoxed by the vitriol with which it's been met by the Cinema Scope crowd, as it possesses none of the qualities that usually set them off (slickness, cynicism, ostentatious artifice, etc.); I guess they perceive it as middlebrow pandering, but Kechiche's camera-as-microscope approach doesn't really fit that particular bill. As for the sex scenes, I frankly don't care whether they accurately reflect what Julie Maroh does in bed. Even if they're just pornographic (which was not my experience), love stories could use more pornography.
(Also: Las Vegas Weekly review.)