You Hurt My Feelings

The film is mature, relatable and risks being terminally uncool – full of evident chagrin from Holofcener that she can’t be a new voice these days, but also comfortably embracing the old one.

The film is ultimately saved by a self-awareness of its own absurdly privileged viewpoint.

A delightful, hilarious and deeply human film about the innate contradictions we refuse to accept.

Honest, acute and relatable.

The film becomes a lid lifter on long-term relationships, and analyses, in forensic details, the lies that we tell, often big ones, to keep a relationship motoring.

The film is super-spare in execution, yet everything is meticulously tuned. The acting is superb too...

Ultimately, You Hurt My Feelings asks the right questions—the ripe paranoid thoughts people might have about their own artistic work and the fine line between honesty and support—but falters in its somewhat middling execution.

A deceptively complex examination of the relationship between feelings and words, and how inadequately we often navigate the two.

Its watchable, it’s charming, it just doesn’t have that much to say

A movie with deeply humanist roots that relies on the remarkable performance of Louis-Dreyfus, one of those artists who acts without seeming like she's performing. [Full review in Spanish]