extremely boring

Su an film hala devam ediyor. Aldim ekranin bir kosesine kadin isini yapiyor, ben isimi yapiyorum.

10 Mart 2011, filmmor & Jeanne Dielman'in etkisi yonetmenin sabirla, sade kamera acilari ile ve mek(an)lari tanita tanita kurdugu kadin dunyasinda gizli. Ancak filmin sonu, filmin genel yapisina yakismamis duruyor. Boylesi kurulmus, ilerleyen filmde isyan bu kadar bagirmamaliydi.

Central Region arti Bresson - sesler, ritm, form... her sey mukemmel

An obvious metaphore about her situation is shown during the third day, where all that geometrical symmetry is lost.

#157

I knew what to expect going in, and I wasn't disappointed in the least. Seyrig's performance is wonderfully subtle. The tediousness of life's little rituals is presented in such a sterile way; simply perfect. When Jeanne's routine becomes disrupted is when the movie gains so much depth. The potato peeling scene? I felt more tension during that than most Hollywood thrillers. It's quite a long watch, and boring in parts, but hey... that's the point.

Thanks... but no thanks.

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# 142

Bold, frustrating, maddening, fascinating, tedious, subtle and genius.

A truly fantastic work of art. It's frustratingly slow and yet eminently compelling, and the 30 years since it was made only make it all the more interesting. The deliberate pace makes you really reflect on what you're watching and how all those little tasks fill up the day. It's also interesting to notice all the little things that have changed in the intervening time technologically, long distance communication especially. It's also a very telling commentary on the way women are/were viewed.

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Definitely important work. I'm just having a hard time discerning how much I was involved in its unique qualities. Delphine Seyrig continues to impress and give a performance few could ever match.

I like Delphine Seyrig, and so I had little difficulty watching her perform household chores for most of the movie's three-hour running time. The ending, however, was a bit of a disappointment. I guess it was supposed to put an exclamation point on the drudgery, but I felt that the drudgery spoke for itself.

The Feminine/Feminist version of Straw Dogs.

The static imagery and repetitive and meticulous nature lend this a hypnotic quality that is hard to describe, as it is like nothing I have ever seen before. Ultimately satisfying as well but I doubt I will ever revisit it, despite an underlying suspicion that this is a masterpiece.