Stephen Miller’s review published on Letterboxd:
About Time was a frustrating movie. As a romance, it’s decent but predictably eye-roll worthy. As a time travel movie it’s laughably flawed, and doesn’t even try to abide by some consistent logic. As a character study it’s quirky but shallow. But by the end it’s clear that it’s not meant to be any of those things: it’s a parable about enjoying the little things in life, and it drove that point across with enough soul and poise to (mostly) excuse the earlier, sappy majority. If you’re not lactose intolerant (cheese won’t make you sick), it’s worth a rental. Preferably with the ability to rewind — like the main character’s life, certain scenes feel more meaningful the second time around.