Even after adding Before Sunrise and Before Sunset together, we only have had a glimpse of some hours in the lives of Jessie and Celine, and yet, and yet, and yet - and yet we know that we have had a glimpse to all the hours that mattered to them in their lives - that, in a sense, they are only alive together. In part, this is Richard Linklater's excellent direction, framing the stories so naturally that it would seem blasphemous to depict any other part of the lovers' individual histories. But a large dollop of credit goes to Hawke and Delpy's chemistry, perhaps the most easy chemistry of any onscreen couple in a long while. Before Sunset is rich with the slight gestures of two people completely comfortable with each other: there's a moment where Delpy brushes her hand against Hawke and it's almost erotic in its intensity.

Indeed, the whole film is bathed in a magic-hour glow, as it distils the couple's lives into that last moment of radiance before night falls. And a special mention has to be made of the pitch-perfect ending, a magical finish that recaptures the spirit of youth and its brimming possibilities. Celine's dance at the end is a slow, languid moment stop-frozen in time. You know Jessie has a plane to catch. You know - well, you would if you read up on films before you go see them and there's always one person to tell you about it in every group - that the film runs for 80 minutes and that time is running out for resolution. But Delpy is in no hurry. She's in command. She's beckoning. We are on the cusp of something electric, and we will just have to wait.

(Review taken from Delta Sierra Arts)