Phil Bernstein’s review published on Letterboxd :
Okay first of all Rose Byrne is a saint and she deserves better movie-husbands.
This is a bit of an odd duck - I can see why it doesn't work for some people. But it's so gorgeous (visually, sonically, thematically), and so fully imagined (down to, like, Dane DeHaan wearing that fucking backpack into the party), and it rides the line between crime drama and melodrama really well. Does it hinge on coincidence and sometimes tell when it should show? Yeah, definitely. Did I mind? Not really. I'll have to check out the rest of Cianfrance's work - I was very impressed by this and I have a feeling it'll linger in my head.
Oh also between this and Brooklyn, Emory Cohen seems like such a bizarre screen presence to me. But damn if I can't take my eyes off him.