Kalpit Tandon’s review published on Letterboxd:
A house burning slowly in torrential rain, a lady levitating above bed, a reflection of an apparition, a page tormented by a painful crease and a fingerprint on glass vanishing with time. The visual enchantment of The Mirror hits you with force of a thousand tidal waves, being generated as if the moon has descended on earth, while you're tied to a pole - helpless as it washes over you.
Existence and consciousness fold onto one another and sits delicately in the palm of Andrei Tarkovsky. Having taken a literal leaf out of his own life's book, he has channeled a stream of emotions often too dense to penetrate and too personal to be critiqued. The Mirror is a bafflingly obscure whirlwind of mysticism, nostalgia and surreal beauty.