Metacritic reviews

What blows us away is the power of Ifans' moist puppy eyes and chilling smile as a true believer undeterred by reality.

A meditation on love, faith and science in the guise of a thriller, the movie's a tad schematic, but thoroughly gripping.

Enduring Love's plot inevitably drifts into “Fatal Attraction” territory, but its wholesale immersion in Craig's deteriorating condition render it a wrenching, uncompromising study of the human mind in freefall.

British director, Roger Michell, strikes an assured balance between intense mood piece and Gothic chiller.

Spellbinding.

If you don't compare it with the novel, it's one of the season's better films.

Adaptation of Ian McEwan's 1997 novel takes a surprising number of liberties with the text, given the author's stature, but his name on the credits as associate producer would suggest his stamp of approval.

Daniel Craig, in his meatiest film role to date, delivers his usual incisive performance, even if this intimate drama of contemporary Londoners pushes the boundaries of credibility.

The ideas behind Enduring Love may be fascinating, but they don’t play; they sulk.

Craig keeps Joe Rose on a hair trigger, but Morton is wasted as Claire; Ifans simply looks stoned.