Dara K. Marzipan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Minari feels like an old novel assigned as school reading, one of the rare ones that sticks with you. It's the record of a childhood blazing with heat and memory, a version where the past is one solid block of experience, before the asking of questions. Why did father threaten me? Did mother need me to be sick? Is it my fault, what happened to grandmother? David may grow to unravel each of these threads, but here we are faced with their raw material.
I was not expecting that approach to be so powerful. At first, Minari felt airy, too slight. But the more I sit with it, the more I feel it resonating in deeper places.