Romain Duris

[Audiard's] hamhanded touch with the obviously symbolic plot elements results in a static accounting of polar personal themes...lacks spontaneity, authenticity, or suspense.

Deluxe tribute to the playwright gets by, surprisingly, as much by romantic poignancy as farce...it's hard to dislike a picture so in Love with its subject.

A strong thematic undercurrent pits bourgeois social conventions against authentic self-definition and ultimate freedom to live without shame or undue social limitations.

Much in it is invented or misrepresented...more easily forgiveable if the film had any subtlety or depth, but this ain’t that kind of party: it’s a wannabe thriller that unnecessarily stretches its running time along with the truth.