(...) We cannot even criticize the film any more, because, except for the plot, it is nothing, empty, and we could not criticize the emptiness. We can merely note that this emptiness is integral, homogeneous, and continuous during the whole film. (...) Here is the only masterpiece of the History of the Cinema about which we have nothing to say, precisely because he does not say anything, and which would not be a masterpiece any more if we could say something of it, because, then, it would say something. (Moullet sobre Beyond a Reasonable Doubt)