Asako I & II(寝ても覚めても)

The A.V. Club by A.A. Dowd

Hamaguchi exhibits a careful, un-showy command of the frame, and a talent for creating small, sometimes comic surprises through editing.

Slant Magazine by Chuck Bowen

Like Happy Hour, Asako I & II is a parable of the grace — and, yes, happiness — that spring from resignation.

IndieWire by Eric Kohn

Hamaguchi finds ways of crystallizing the movie’s themes, lingering on contemplative moments that position the entire story as a metaphor for the contrast between the fantasies and realities of relationships, as well as the messy negotiation required to navigate those extremes.

The Film Stage by Giovanni Marchini Camia

As with the several other slight departures from realism, the artifice added to the story proves distracting. Without being successfully integrated, such choices fail to bestow the narrative with depth and pathos as intended, but only draw attention to the flimsiness of the its construction.

Screen International by Jonathan Romney

While Higashi proves adept at embodying both extremes, Karata proves a rather insipid centre to the film, not just because of the actress’s bland pertness but because of the passivity of the character.

Variety by Maggie Lee

Hamaguchi extols his source for a compelling representation of love as a mystic experience. However, what gets transferred to the screen becomes more like banal indecision.

The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw

This is an amusing essay in amorous delusion.

The Hollywood Reporter by Stephen Dalton

A banal and patronizing cautionary sermon for lovestruck ladies torn between heart and head, sexy-dangerous bad boys and dependably dull husband types.

TheWrap by Steve Pond

There are moments of real beauty in the film, which is an unassuming and contemplative excursion into how we love, and why. But like the fireworks that greet Asako and Baku’s first kiss, its pop is a modest one.