Ayush Das Adhikary’s review published on Letterboxd:
A perplexing tale of beclouded reality; of two lives - Véronique and Weronika - intertwined in heart and soul whilst having a conscious awareness of their metaphysical connection. Their existence is mystical, and fittingly visualised like a half-remembered dream which defies all explanations. The Double Life of Véronique is an enchantingly shot tale of two parallel lives. They are connected, as occurrences in one's life affect the other. Seeking answers for this phenomenon is as futile as it is impossible.
Sometimes, an ineffable sense of living another life washes over you. You close your eyes and see yourself in another part of the world. I have seen myself in places ranging from Okinawa to Paris, and they are equal parts vivid and elaborate. I've dreamt of specific cafés, alleyways, and neighborhoods in those places without ever being there. Those dreams feel as real as can be, yet they are not. I'm here and I'm there, simultaneously living two lives, fully aware that one of it is in my head. But what if that's not the case? I have questions, I have hopes, but I do not possess concrete answers. Similarly, I do not - nor do I want to - possess answers to the many unexplainable occurrences in Krzysztof Kieślowski's realm of reds, yellows, and greens which perhaps exists between reality and fantasy, or entirely in either one of them. An opera of emotions such as this owes no explanations.
Kieślowski dares us to think beyond rationality and conventionality. Our lives are tragically fragile, and he advises us to live mindfully by making us the witnesses to two lives which essentially mirror each other's at their cores. The exact same face, the exact same aspiration, similar names, similarly loving guardians. One's fate fuels the other's existential dilemma, and essentially saves her from repeating the same mistakes. In the end, are we just puppets in pairs taken care of by a puppeteer, swiftly replacing or replaced by another? All bets are off. Anything is feasible in a world which does not afford us all the answers we seek. The deeper our pursuit for life's meaning gets, the farther we feel from achieving any conclusive explanation.