Under Chantal Akerman’s watchful eye, a cheap New York hotel glows with mystery and unexpected beauty, its corridors, elevators, rooms, windows, and occasional tenants framed as though part of an Edward Hopper tableau. —The Criterion Collection
Dubbed by the Village Voice as “arguably the most important European director of her generation,” Belgian filmmaker Chantal Akerman is known for making innovative films that have often earned comparison to those of Jean-Luc Godard or Rainer Werner Fassbinder. Although she rejects the label of “feminist filmmaker,” Akerman has become a guiding light in making films about the real issues faced by women, employing an experimental, deeply personal approach to her subjects.
A disciple of Godard (who first inspired the then-15-year-old Akerman with his Pierre le fou), Akerman attended Brussels’ INSAS film school and the Universite Internationale du Paris. She demonstrated her devotion to Godard with her first amateur short subject, 1968’s Saute Ma Ville (Blow up My Town), which three years after its completion was entered in the Oberhausen Festival. Working on the fringes of show business in New York in the early ’70s, Akerman became an enthusiastic participant in the avant garde film… read more
At first the gaze strikes out in search of codes, then seeks to puncture the image: lacking posture, it cannot settle; lacking grammar, cannot speak. Immutable even as it tracks down corridors, hemming the vanishing point; windows, flat shapes, open on and into a city. All is form and temperature, not in motion but passing. Repetition expresses consciousness: the gaze returns us to ourselves, but with the world.
View this film with some music playing in the background and the resulting effect makes the silent static images more interesting. Case in point, I put on the soundtrack to Stanley Kubrick's The Shining and it added a considerable layer of dread and creepiness to the film. For instance, the Penderecki pieces randomly matching up with the slow tracking shots in the narrow hallways made for an intriguing combination.
The worst art film I have ever seen. It's actually a disgrace to art to even consider it art.
Agreed, since watching JEANNE DIELMAN I've changed my mind on Akerman. You can compare this film to a Lumiere short, only extended over a length that makes it challenging to complete, yet alone enjoy.
While Chantal Akerman's early works—Le chambre, Hotel Monterey, News from Home, Je tu il elle, and Les rendez-vous d'Anna—have been chronologically