brintharaj’s review published on Letterboxd:
An incredibly layered contemplation of identity and duality. A singular tone of sombre melancholy is evoked and sustained throughout, aided by the choices in the autumnal lighting and operatic sound accompaniment for both characters, effectively suppressing the duality of their identities and tethering an invisible bond between them.
There is less emphasis on the narrative, with greater focus on the mood through its visual cues and the emotional subtext that I resonated to. Besides being one of the most beautifully lit films, it is also hugely indebted to an achingly vulnerable, yet textured performance from Irene Jacob. She emanates a melancholic aura with a kind of tenderness and vulnerability I can’t quite imagine anyone else pulling off to the same effect.