Paul Oyama’s review published on Letterboxd:
So much better than I remember. Animation is still among the best ever put to film (another day in the life for Shinkai). So quickly inundates the viewer with each of the main characters. The way it reveals who they are by having someone do what they usually don't is quite brilliant; much of who we are is who we aren't, and the film understands that implicitly. Memories and dreams are in many ways one in the same, both so fractured in our minds that they exist only as fragments. Taki and Mitsuha don't grasp everything that's happening, and as their memories fade they begin to question the reality of those. Are they dreams or memories? And does that difference matter?
One of the best parts of the movie is that it doesn't answer all of the questions it presents. It simply vaults you into the world of these two people as they try to understand their world better. The opposition of them as people is great as well. They feel out of place not only for obvious reasons but because they come from such different worlds. Much of the film's time is spent not musing on their lives to come, making much more of the focus the now.
Love can mean many things to many people, but when it's strong it can transcend space and time. There's power in love and there is power in a name.