Jeremy Heilman’s review published on Letterboxd :
Both deceptively simplistic, in that it intertwines personal and political to the point where they cannot be unbound, and at the same time just simple, with only a few important characters and very little narrative development that doesn’t arise directly from the script’s coy expositional withholding. Petzold’s clinical style is coupled with a literal clinic, yet there is very little to dissect. The whole thing lamentably seems so tasteful, more a women’s picture than a thriller. The gradual creep of emotion eventually turns this stoic film into something genuinely moving, but three scenes later it ends.