A woman suffers a subdued psychological breakdown in the wake of a devastating breakup.
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chantal akerman did not give a fuck she really said here's a 15 minute sex scene with me in it. that was fighting for gay rights, people were killed.
I loved the beginning and end of this but I wish that man didn't have that much screentime. chantal knows what it is to be gay and depressed like no one else.
not sure there will ever be anything as powerful as Chantal Akerman sitting on the floor eating sugar straight out of the bag for like twenty minutes
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It takes a moment to realize that, yes, she's eating sugar straight out of a brown paper bag. What at first seems like it's going to just be an interesting study of a human being and her emotional inner monologue turns into a strange journey through baser emotions. I can only assume the... raw eating habit is indicative of some sort of basic craving. She's ingesting pure energy, something sweet but not complex. It's not necessarily about need, but want.
Perhaps because of the focus on food throughout the film, especially the sugar and the neat way Julie's ex-girlfriend folds up the sandwich she creates, the climactic sex scene of this film reminded me of a more direct, slower Svankmajer.…
You are young and you are beautiful and you’ve just been broken up with. Your apartment feels so much bigger without them in it. Your apartment feels too big without them in it. You move the furniture around, trying to make things take up more space than they should. Trying to produce the feeling of more bodies in the room. But it’s just you. It’s just you and the heartache. The heartache is blinded by grief and doesn’t know you’re together in this narrow space. If you move slow enough, it won’t notice you. If it doesn’t notice you, it can’t sink its teeth into you. So you move slow as molasses.
You spend days doing next to nothing. You feel…
im not pretentious enough to like this
oh to be a depressed lesbian eating sugar on ur bed naked
Imagine having the courage to present yourself on-screen so emotionally, physically, and literally bare. This is a testament of Akerman's devotion to her art, a brutal and fully-realized self-sacrificing portrait of human loneliness. Sly humour merges with profound spatial understanding (Akerman's ability to capture a barren room is exquisite), sexual kinetics, and human despair. A masterpiece of human honesty.
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10000% has that wild early-twenties pent-up horny/annihilatory filthy leather jacket agoraphobe dirtbag energy where like seasonally-affected catatonic shutdown-bordering-on-end-of-life-stuff-at-least-u-finished-ur-manuscript-but-food-has-been-gone-for-days-and-you-have-to-get-out-right-now gives way to sudden-ill-advised-road-trip-by-oneself-or-with-sketchy-semi-strangers whereupon u show up kinda explosively without much warning but with a lot of fanfare in someone's apartment that someone who might be kinda mad or worried or worried and mad or tired of dealing with your b.s. which is a lot of b.s. all the time but is still mostly happy to see you and mostly glad u r still here wherever here is and there is a bunch of drama but not all of it bad my original review was just going to read 'Chantal Akerman: Like. A. Boss." i should have kept it that way…
have you ever watched the rooney mara pie scene from a ghost story and thought "wow, i could watch an hour and a half of that"? boy do i have a movie for you!
???? 80% of this film is just miss thing eating 😭😭😭 this is what my biopic would look like
i think there comes a time in life when you realize loneliness and depression has overwhelmed you so much that you can’t even a time when you were happy last.
it’s like when you’re laying in bed staring at the walls barely blinking, and it seems even too hard to get up to use the bathroom. or when you spill sugar all over your bed and while you stay laying down, you scoop the sugar back up in the bag to be eaten later.
ever since i watched News From Home back in September, i knew Chantal would have a hold on my heart like no other director could ever. she makes films that are so personal and beyond beautiful as her way of coping with mental health.
happy birthday Chantal, i love you forever and thank you for helping me better understand myself.
***One of the best 150 films I have ever seen.***
-Who am I? I'm a woman expecting for the inevitable, the irreversible to be erased, like a miracle that could only happen in an alternate reality, a reality that might bring me gloves when I'm in cold, or an embrace when solitude haunts me, or the concrete to seal up my heart wounds. Who are you?
-I am the one that reveals the truth, that understands your motives even better than yourself. I am the one that nudes what happens behind the curtain. I am the prophet of future consequences, and what lies beyond your destiny.
-Who is he?
-He's the typical incarnation of chauvinism, an existentialist entity of a…
