A baffling passion project whose cruelly protracted runtime is eclipsed only by the monumentally tedious way it fills it.
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Toxically indulgent ... Add up nothing but the shots of jiggling butts and you’ll have an hour’s worth of footage.
The Hollywood Reporter by Boyd van Hoeij
It is not just a tough sit; it is nearly impossible to get through.
Mektoub, My Love: Intermezzo begins to feel like a human rights violation ... It’s almost impossible to stress how unpleasant this moviegoing experience was, to the point where it’s difficult to imagine a human being making this movie and considering it art.
No filmmaker has ever loved anything as much as Abdellatif Kechiche loves butts.
Screen Daily by Fionnuala Halligan
While it’s important to have seen Canto Uno in order to savour Intermezzo, this film in itself doesn’t seem remotely essential.
Vacuous, almost spitefully monotonous ... A dismaying creative dead end from an abundantly gifted filmmaker, the new film escalates its predecessor’s cheeky protest to a form of acute auteur trolling.
Los Angeles Times by Justin Chang
A numbingly obtuse experience, a feat of maddeningly indulgent non-storytelling hiding behind a symphony of bared midriffs and jiggling derrières. ... Kechiche doesn’t just sell out his characters, his story and his collaborators; he sells out his own talent.
The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw
Bizarre, colossally self-indulgent ... This one feels as if Kechiche has simply given us three-and-a-half hours of his unused beach and nightclub footage from the first film.
The Telegraph by Robbie Collin
In short, it’s a bum trip and then some. Kechiche has always been an admirer of the female posterior, but here he shifts styles into what could be called gluteus maximalism, filling the screen with frantically gyrating hindquarters for literal hours on end.