Sam Healer’s review published on Letterboxd :
Not an unmitigated disaster, but the fact I have to clarify that is somewhat damning. Having never read the novel, I found the contrast in the relative warmth of the relationship shifting from flashback to present-day to work quite well. And... that's kind of about it for the notably positive aspects. There's some really, really basic problems with how On Chesil Beach has been shot, fundamental filmmaking issues that someone should have known better than. From a narrative point of view, the film alternates between refusing to engage with the true emotional core of it (how does *that* thing not get explored more?), and practically screaming in the audience's face for them to cry. That's not how you do it.