Frank Ritz’s review published on Letterboxd:
Trying to intellectualize feelings is a fool's errand. All film criticism is bullshit. This movie is like flying into the sun; it's just too perfect. Probably broke me too, if I really start to trace back my way of thinking, the way I hold expectations, and the way I present myself in romantic situations. Intense stuff really. One special night could be worth everything. Pure idealized romanticism, succeeding by a brain-breaking level of meta-reality on display. Rick is one of the GOATS, and this film alone would be enough to claim that, but he also has (at least) four other stone-cold masterpieces, and another four (or so) that skirt really close to that.