It is an almost supernatural contrivance: brooding on coincidence, fate and the insoluble mystery of other people’s lives...

Kieślowski functions as a sardonic god who plucks his characters from harm at the last moment, having already bestowed saving grace on them. There's something desperate and beautiful about the crossed paths and accidental meetings.

Is it profound or is it facile? When a movie gives you goose bumps, it may not matter.

It is a warning of what may come if we isolate ourselves from others and cut off communication.