Caleb Carter’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."
So this is what critics mean when they call a film intoxicating: intangible, soft, hypnotic, oneiric; a gentle seduction into a vision that you seem to feel seeping out of you, not just into you.
I didn't draw as much from this as I did the ghostly 'Blue, but if I was forced to choose then I would gladly watch and hear this film forever. Not only because I would gladly look at and listen to Irene Jacob forever, but because 'Veronique has an intensely cinematic language that shapes a glassy view of the world, wordless and inexplicable, it's a world of feeling rather than thinking. So that Vonnegut quote up there doesn't relate to my interpretation of the film - I have my own personal one of those, yours will probably be different - but it relates to how it felt: reality peered into through amber, or perhaps flipped by the tinted lens of a toy ball.