She wakes up, she works in office, she goes home, she plays with cat, she sleeps, she wakes up......like "Jeanne Dielman," her same-and-feeling-overwhelmed daylife repeats & repeats but gradually that repetition becomes an insight of woman's body. An affection for her body turns into love for other person & finally sign for loving her solitude & life. I will not forget beyond-words last sequence forever. Incredible.
pick a face from the rush hour crowd. follow them home. talk about grasping the nettle. this is the song that quiet desperation is singing beneath the silent surface. the hell of the self in the cavity of urban modernity. and how the black sky is perforated by such small acts of kindness! her tragic back-story intimated by fleeting moments, primal image and poetry. i'm in love. maybe my film of the year.