Alan Jarvis’s review published on Letterboxd:
Tolstoy, famously, makes a big distinction between happy and unhappy families. Edward Yang, I think, abolishes the distinction. We move from happiness to unhappiness for reasons we barely notice and certainly don't understand. I love this film, and deeply regret that it was to be Yang's last film. He truly understood that modern life is rubbish, but that you can manage to be philosophical about it.