As New Wavey as can be, Pietrangeli abruptly vaults through Adriana's existence with a series of context-obliterating shock cuts; a pregnancy is discussed and then vanishes, and scenes begin in the beds of strange men, all to a crammed soundtrack of obliviously silly Italian pop. A generation-defining movie in Italy, I Knew Her Well is that rare saga of the never-was, immersed, like its heroine, in daydreams, numb to its own heartbreak.
Michael Atkinson
February 2, 2016