The New Republic by Stanley Kauffmann

Moreau's face is the base and the beauty of the film.

Village Voice by Michael Atkinson

May worship heedlessly at Duras's memory, but it's a testament to Moreau alone.

New York Daily News by Elizabeth Weitzman

Dayan's weakly structured biopic Cet Amour-là is, to be kind, less than inspired. But as a showcase for legendary French actress Jeanne Moreau, it's a tour de force.

New York Post by V.A. Musetto

The screenplay also fails to put the unconventional relationship into context. It never lets on that Andrea helped Duras produce some of her best work, including the autobiographical "The Lovers."

The A.V. Club by Noel Murray

Moreau is magnetic as the wise-but-neurotic scribe, though the same can't be said of Demarigny, whose timid portrayal of a reverent fanboy sucks the energy out of most of his scenes. Dayan's direction is even more problematic.

Washington Post by Desson Thomson

There is one reason, and one reason alone, to watch Cet Amour-La. It is Jeanne Moreau.

TV Guide Magazine by Ken Fox

Pretentious but gorgeously photographed.

Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum

You can forget about veracity, since this gauzy and sometimes dopey romanticization can't be trusted.

Variety by Deborah Young

A limp-to-wilted film version of Duras' 16-year-long love affair with a young man who became her secretary and literary executor.

The New Yorker by David Denby

The movie that Josée Dayan has made about the Duras-Andréa affair is not a scandal. Unfortunately, it’s not much of anything but a solemn joke. [14 April 2003, p.88]