connor’s review published on Letterboxd:
Loses some of its luster by the end, but this is nonetheless one of the most vital works of cinema I've seen in some time. Kaul's use of freeze frames here finds its analogue in Assayas' use of fades in Personal Shopper, breaks in the image, invocations of absence.
That film isn't wont to reveal itself too quickly, but Duvidha is even subtler in its machinations, creating a story of a woman silenced by her situation, one ghost-husband replaced by another. The final image of her staring into the camera is such a saddening moment of confrontation, a perfect final aberration in traditional narrative filmmaking in a film that leaves all convention blown away with the wind, sunk down in the well.