Lencho of the Apes’s review published on Letterboxd:
Stolid and talky romance-melodrama, typical Conacine stuff; depicting the stifled sexlessness of a frustrated young widow is a vehicle for the director to hang his social critique on, but there's just hardly any story. If you're willing to sit through ninety minutes of not-much-there, the ending will give a few moments' frisson.
Oh, yeah, there was one mighty jump-scare in a restaurant scene in the middle, when Berenice excuses herself to go to the bathroom.
Twelve hours later I realized how exactly this one parallels the same director's Naufragio -- once by water, once by fire...