I watched "Two English Girls" for the longest time with a protective feeling toward its frailties, and with a reawakened loyalty to Truffaut. But then near the end when Leaud and Trufaut circle around Rodin's "The Kiss," I found myself more moved than I had ever been by any other Truffaut movie, perhaps by the rigor of a romanticism that has found a new depth in its despair, a depth so deep that the sympathetic spectator may find it a little difficult to breathe.
Andrew Sarris
October 1, 1972