An anti-romance on the subject of adultery and loneliness where the narrative set-up is akin to a manic pixie dream girl flick but the approach is the opposite, with shades of a cyclical chronology. It indulges you into the fantasy of unfaithfulness while acknowledging the damage of carrying it out. I think, like all of the Decalogue pieces, this will be rewarding on repeat viewings
I relate to Ewa so much... the lies we tell to keep luck on our side. Constantly searching for signs letting us know we should stay alive, practicing superstition as a means of survival. The loneliness of the holidays. I won't understand all of the low ratings for this episode.
A relative dip for the Dekalog in terms of narrative momentum, clarity, and intrigue, but you can trust Kieslowski to arrive at a payoff: here, the pain of being alone at a time when it seems like everyone is together. Christmas morning has never quite looked so much like an emotional hangover.
Previously and currently my least favourite episode, Kieslowski presents an overwritten, though relatively well executed, tale of infidelity and poor romantic timing. Feelings of lost solace on a day of supposed devotion, a lonely woman seeks her scorned lover for unceasing love in spite of current attachments. 77/100 - Very Good. (3.5)
Kieslowski's rich atmosphere with the aura of mystery and sadness is richly developed from the start of this decalouge. The characters are deeply human, and fascinate as Kiesolowski's great exploration of individual psychology is ever present. Despite this the eventual climax of the plot development sours much of this as though in a somewhat contrived conclusion. Dissapointing, but still rich enough.