James C. Clay’s review published on Letterboxd:
Irene Jacob where have you gone?
Something about a Krzysztof Kieślowski film that feels like a warm blanket.
Generally I’m not a fan of films about doppelgängers or doubles or whatever but this was beautifully simplistic, yet technically masterful.
I think I’ve decided Kieslowski is daddy, or zaddy. I say this in jest hats off to the master.
