Darren Carver-Balsiger’s review published on Letterboxd:
To imagine such perversity is obscene. This is the kinkiest, most twisted love story since those old uptight films that could only use implication. There is no sex, just control. There is no warmth, just poison. Anderson's film is sinister and dryer than the most British humour imaginable. In fact, it is to be commended how much Anderson makes this a British film, with none of the stereotypes or abstractions of most Hollywood productions. This feels innately British in all its details. Phantom Thread is gorgeously scandalous and so finely ludicrous. It's a mummy fetish lathered in deliberate sickness. Reynolds loves his life, pure incestuous celibacy.