Zurrie’s review published on Letterboxd:
What a tragically underseen mini-classic. Circling around memory, love, lost time, and social construct, powered by the women at its core. The opposing forces of Julie Christie and Glenda Jackson, discreetly maneuvering through the shattering prospects of their lives being turned upside down. Ann-Margret is unrecognizable in a very demure role, filled with sensitivity. Is happiness via ignorance something that should be allowed, when the course of your life was drastically altered because of a simple miscommunication? Can 20 years just be set aside?