A film that's so recondite, it's barely there.

yet another meandering piece of existentialism, signifying nothing except for what you're willing to project onto it.

It's one of those films where it's best to go with its maddening elegiac but elusive flow and let whatever comes to you be enough.

While it may take a few viewings to sort the details out, much about L'Intrus lingers, shimmering quietly in the memory.

... the emotions and wishes and fears of the human animal thrown large on the screen in primal, lush images.

This is self-consciously intricate, but even if the storyline occasionally confuses, it’s impossible not to admire Agnès Godard’s glorious photography and the atmospheric soundtrack.

Using very little dialogue, [Denis] focuses on casting a lingering, physically enticing spell.

Visually ravishing and all-but-impenetrable.