Isaac Feldberg’s review published on Letterboxd:
Manna for the soul. Out of Sundance, I wrote that Minari was “some kind of miracle. An epic, intimate saga of one American family struggling to stay rooted in the love they share above all else. Doesn’t hit a false note. It will break your heart, only to piece it back together stronger than before.” I stand by that months later, and the film’s somehow grown in my estimation. It has a grace and an empathy in its telling, a truth and a tenderness, that makes a specific memory play feel like a universal evocation of hope waiting to sprout just beneath the surface.