“The time is the nineteen-fifties, perhaps the last epoch when, as a moviegoer, you could still believe that some enchanted evening you would see a stranger across a crowded room, and somehow know. The film is a casting coup, with Blanchett’s inherent languor-plus that low drawl of hers, a breath away from boredom- played off against the perter intelligence of Mara, whose manner, as always, is caught between the alien and the avian. The film is at its best when it honors that craving for trouble.”
Anthony Lane
film critic for The New Yorker
Cinematiki Maui 