Sally Jane Black’s review published on Letterboxd:
Having already seen Floating Weeds, there were no surprises here, but I still found myself a little choked up at the end. The story is as effective as a silent, black-and-white film as it was in its later form. It's a well crafted melodrama that captures the emotional complexity of the head of an acting troupe as he navigates the dissolution of his troupe while reconnecting with his son (who is ignorant of the man's status as his father). He shows profound integrity when everything blows up, and that moment has twice now stunned me.
In grey tones, the film does not lack for powerful imagery. Father and son fishing together, fluidly moving their fishing lines back and forth, is a beautiful illustration of a loving relationship, even if the son is ignorant of the true nature of it. The son and the actress speaking on the railroad tracks is another scene that uses its imagery to capture the moment more powerfully than simple dialogue could. The suggestion of departure and loss the tracks evoke is a nice contrast to the commitment the son espouses to the actress, even after she reveals herself.