Lencho of the Apes’s review published on Letterboxd:
This time,Wong Kar-wei's speaking my language, a visual field that tends daringly toward abstraction: colored gels and entire sequences made up of nothing but people framed within patterns of light.And the narrative? It's as if Resnais remixed In The Mood For Love, playing solemnly with the main character's subjective experience of time in the service of a central metaphor that -- once you pin it down -- is both meaningless and indelibly profound. Time... life experience...a train... a long journey... the future... a destination that no-one has ever come back from... the end.
If it's ultimately about nothing more than that guy's decades-long string of bad choices, that's okay too.