Nathan’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are a few occasions where I look forward to a film I have yet to see. A film that has been enjoyed by many; held in high regards, and ultimately adored. That's not to say I've succumbed to the hype, because on many occasions before, I've been aware of a films stature yet still enjoyed it.
On paper, The Double Life of Veronique is a film I would have no trouble loving. The concept it intriguing, complex, yet gives the audience enough information to form their own ideas. The lead is captivating, ultimately someone easy to adore, and the cinematography is fantastic. So why, after all of this, am I sitting here, thinking about the film, and only feeling it was 'just okay'?
I really must admit that I have no explanation for it. I'm not doubting others for liking it, but rather the opposite. Why didn't I? I usually love films like this. I love films that make me think. Draw me in, and ultimately leave me perplexed. This time, the only perplexity is why couldn't I connect?
And that's the problem.
Usually that's the case with the majority of films similar to this one. You can either be enveloped in it, or not. Once you're in, you're hooked; but if you can't connect, it's swimming upstream to enjoy it. I'm not doubting its stature, or brilliance. I know I'm the minority in my opinion. But believe me when I say, I just couldn't see it. I really and truly wish I could see it from the perspective of those who loved it, because I wish to love it too. I've tried looking at it from all angles; from the simplicity of a film that just is, to dissecting all the possibilities that it could be.
I'm truly at a loss for words. I wish I could have loved this film. Yet the only words that come to mind are, just okay.