BrandonHabes’s review published on Letterboxd:
I'll need to watch this film again at some point. It has this teasing, elliptical quality to it that defies articulation, sort of like a moment of déjà vu that never ends. Some films aren't meant to be snapped into swift, intellectual form. Some just exist as things to be felt, not puzzles to be solved. I can't say that I was fully immersed throughout, though I did feel at times fully trapped in its "haven't we been here before" mirage, as if projected from the surface of some quasimystical mirror. Is there more than one me out there in the universe? Do I have a cosmic twin in whom I'm distinctly separate from, yet psychically connected to?
Kieślowski seems less interested in answering these questions and more interested in evoking the feeling of their possibilities. If I did have a spectral companion in close quarters, or even the other side of the world, would I feel it? Could I know it? What would me being revealed to me be like? It's a perplexing, borderline divine question that lies at the heart of this metaphorical story of doppelgängers. I don't pretend to understand it, and that's probably very much the point.
I just wish I felt it more.