In a way, this felt like an affirmative version of the story that we also see in the tortured 1984 Konchalovsky's Maria's Lovers. And it is kind of sadder and more cruel. In Kieslowski own filmography it seems to anticipate, plotwise, what we would see in The Double Life of Véronique. I'm yet to see Red, so I don't have a global idea of the trilogy.
Compared to the other two, this one felt like a cheap commercial. A tale of revenge (and ultimately hope) so glib and downright mediocre coming from someone as talented as Kieslowski, I was left a bit dumbfounded. Gave it 3 stars just because it's the central part of a major trilogy.
Often dismissed as the weakest of the phenomenal, landmark trilogy -- perhaps unfairly. Unlike "Bleu" and "Rouge," there's a refreshing amount of levity and self-deprecation amidst its philosophical pronouncements and pathos (the first instance of the titular colour motif happens to be bird shit, for example). Zamachowski's arc is superb for a 90 minute film. Delpy plays against type as a cold, vicious antagonist.
Kieslowski's admittedly skilful use of repeating motifs ultimately rings hollow, because they don't add depth to the film, only length. Zbigniew Zamachowski's performance elevates the film above the humdrum.