Metacritic reviews

Here the clinical, stopwatch precision of Mr. Tykwer's explorations of synchronicity and Kieslowski's warmer, metaphysically dreamy speculations about the role of chance and coincidence in human affairs synchronize into a film whose formal elegance is matched by its depth of feeling.

Odd, and awkward in places, but its lyricism and power stay with you.

Not just love, but maybe an escape from a wretched world. We're not sure, but that's what makes Heaven so inexplicably, intriguingly soulful, even in its most remote and architectural instances.

Touching, transcendent love story.

A mystical tale of two souls, joined in love but divided in society, seeking redemption and understanding before they pass to another plane.

It's maddeningly chowderheaded, simplistic, pretentious, and not a little silly. You can't take your eyes off it.

Poetic in its sadness, and Blanchett's performance confirms her power once again.

Heaven's tone is all wrong. The movie tries to be ethereal, but ends up seeming goofy.

Turns out to be an exercise in flatulent pretension, puffed up with a bogus, empty "spirituality" and dependent on a plot filled with implausibilities.

The conclusion, clearly meant to feel ambiguously poetic, is distinctly unsatisfying.