Shea’s review published on Letterboxd:
So quiet, graceful and restrained that it's easy to overlook the astonishing formal technique on display - the slow repetitions of human motion mirrored by the deliberate camera, moments seized and frozen in suddenly static shots. So many mesmerising images; the hands picking the fruit, the bride on the swing, the ghostly winds blowing through the trees. Through these images and the way they incorporate light, texture and movement, Duvidha blends myth and reality, the tangible with the intangible, poetically contrasting presence and absence.
Augie calls this "the saddest ghost story ever committed to film", and right now I can hardly disagree, not just for the tale it tells, but for its tender treatment of the heart's needs and its reflections on the place of a woman in rural India. Tragic and haunting.