Isolation, writing, eating, traveling, & sex - all parts of what Akerman does in her directorial feature-length debut, also stars in as well. There are moments where you'll think you might yawn on how she does her daily routine & road trip before seeing her lover, but her style in camerawork & storytelling has a lot to tell & can get some into feeling like you're with her in the film when viewing the first time. <3
3 very 'male' literary/cinematic tropes 1) The intense, consuming, artist's isolation; 2) the rootless nighttime wanderer of highways, diners, lonely encounters; 3) the rakish ex-lover, charming their way back... But embodied by a woman. And it strikes me that this is the very 1st time I've gotten to see that... Not a great film, despite some neat formalism. But I'd show it to every young non-male artist I could. 3.5
It's about love. There are elements of performance art, particularly in the first part. Something is narrated and then performed. I love the sugar, because that is so accurate as a form of desperation. The second part is like a silent documentary. Then there is a narrative. Lastly there is a seduction and lovemaking. "Leap and dance and kiss whom you please."
A forgettable early film from Akerman. However, Akerman does show her commitment by starring herself and engaging in a lesbian sex scene that most other directors directing themselves probably wouldn’t have tried. She’s baring her soul in a more daring way than most auteurs.
slightly at a loss for words. longer static shots exposing us to a certain intimacy in quiet moments with Akerman make us feel the passage of time. narrating actions slightly before they happen make us wait for them to happen, sound edited in such a way to make the action feel disconnected from the moment.
True alienation comes from being in the world (unless you believe it's possible to alienate the self), and this film seems almost cyclical as a result. It's possible 'Je' only has sojourns in the world for the aimless connection to fuel her hibernation in the apartment. Patterns of self-harm that seem almost instinctive at this point, like living off sugar and fleeting sexual contact. The world seems apocalyptic.