Like seeing a life that is neatly arranged, monotonous and organized. And then seeing a woman who runs all the unusual things for people in general. Awesome. I feel there's something who we can explain, I don't know what it is but I pretty sure if there's a little mistake
Arguably the greatest female filmmakers greatest film. That label carries a lot of promise and expectation, and somehow it doesn’t disappoint. Psychological depths are reached in an enclosed space, providing a staggering feeling of character and meaning with the bare essentials.
Anyone who asks, "This is it? This is all?" gets an answer in the echoing silence. Yes, how unbearable. This is all. It's the Feminine Mystique on film. Seyrig is great. She shows the changes in Jeanne in incredibly subtle ways--the angle of a brow, the tilt of her chin, the speed with which she performs an activity. Watching her is an education. It's 2017, and Jeanne Dielman's life still looks way too familiar.
An extraordinary exercise in formalism; a cinema subtly, utterly, infused with a palpable tension & dread. Jeanne's interior, over which she exerts exacting control, constantly threatened by the exterior: flickering neon; chaotic street sounds; insistent doorbells; chatty neighbours; men who won't neatly leave... Till her interior finally asserts itself (and we meet her at last). Structurally/thematically dense. 3.75
A film portraying day to day life as a bleak and never ending loop. The film follows Jeanne Dielman, a widowed woman as she goes trough three days with her meticulously controlled routine. The result is an atmosphere that is both oppressing but somehow comfortable at the same time. "Nothing" is going on in this film but I wouldn't cut out a second of it. 3.5 stars.
A slow burn affair for the most part, but engaging and beautifully constructed all the same. Akerman is a genius at painting beauty from the mundane, and this is undoubtedly her greatest masterpiece. And as it happens, there's a good reason for the film's slow pace. It sets the foundation for the film's massively contrasting finale.
This film was splendid. When I think to describe it, I can’t help but be amazed that I wasn’t bored, and instead, was compelled, nay transfixed, to keep watching. The metronomic rhythm of her life kept me engaged, even when the metronome goes haywire. And the end.