CW: sex, bisexuality, closet reference, SW reference, hunger/homelessness

The two young women wander through grainy greyscale streets, eat ravenously with the meager scraps of money they have, huddle together for warmth, and use chaotic tactics to get what they need. They repeat their circumstances, "I'm hungry," "I'm cold," to each other, like a game, defying their circumstances with almost whimsical dreams and resourceful awareness of the streets they wander. Their hopes and passions are subsumed at times by their needs, but they survive in dark alleys as they talk of adventures toward romance (but the only romance we see is between them is this the closet is this bisexuality is this exploration is this innocence is this all of the above). They wield themselves as weapons against deprivation, and find the physical transactions as meaningless as their descendant in Fat Girl would more than a decade later. Survival and dreams mix awkwardly here.

52 project: 85/52

Maria and Pascale are ravenous – for everything – but nothing satisfies. Dressed in the trappings of early nouvelle vague, Akerman's formalism is precise, and unmistakable. Everything here is experiential, never representational. Chantal Akerman as guerilla cineaste, peddler of prosaic pleasures.

I too am hungry and cold atm.

Extremely poignant and very real look at late adolescence; shows me things I haven't seen anywhere in movies and reminds me of parts of my life I'd forgotten.

Pour faire référence à son appréciation de Michael Snow, je dirais que c'est son CHTL KRMN (Chantal Akerman for Those Who Don't Have The Time) !

watched in honour of chantal’s 70th birthday, wishing that i was in a better headspace to watch something at least a bit longer.

The video on YouTube was blurry, but good enough to get the drift of this terse little drama that unfolds over a dozen minutes. The action is stripped down, without any superfluous business: the adventures in meal-scamming and couch-surfing (and virginity-losing) of two girls making their way from Brussels to Paris. The tone is an odd mixture of droll and uneasy, kind of Godard-like from what little I know of Godard. Surprised it was made well into Akerman's career, as its sad goofiness reminded me of "Saute ma ville".

In our little FB club exploring the filmographies of Varda, Akerman, and Denis ... it was well-matched with the other films grouped under the theme of "Women Adrift": Varda's Documenteur, Akerman's feature Les Rendez-vous d'Anna, and Denis's Vendredi soir.

As much as i have seen people hate of this short film saying that not every great director has perfect filmography, i completely disagree. I loved this short film i would have followed the girls along their journey for years that’s how i felt watched Akerman’s beautiful short. I sometimes think i am highly biased but i truly loved it.

A very condensed Akerman film, which shows why her work is normally longer. "I'm Hungry, I'm Cold" perhaps contains the most restless characters in any Akerman movie I've seen, and is probably the fastest paced. It can be very stressful at times, but appropriately so, considering the two subjects are young people feeling the thrill of being on their own. Always consuming, and never giving, yet they're not condemned for their actions either.

i am also hungry and cold. haha we have so much in common, akerman and i aha ha.
ma'am pls step on me?

“I want to be near you.”
“Come over.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I want to love you.” 
“Then love me.”

def have seen this before for a class but i have no clue what the context was or even what class it was so,, first time watch! wow exciting

Maria and Pascale are ravenous – for everything – but nothing satisfies. Dressed in the trappings of early nouvelle vague, Akerman's formalism is precise, and unmistakable. Everything here is experiential, never representational. Chantal Akerman as guerilla cineaste, peddler of prosaic pleasures.

The video on YouTube was blurry, but good enough to get the drift of this terse little drama that unfolds over a dozen minutes. The action is stripped down, without any superfluous business: the adventures in meal-scamming and couch-surfing (and virginity-losing) of two girls making their way from Brussels to Paris. The tone is an odd mixture of droll and uneasy, kind of Godard-like from what little I know of Godard. Surprised it was made well into Akerman's career, as its sad goofiness reminded me of "Saute ma ville".

In our little FB club exploring the filmographies of Varda, Akerman, and Denis ... it was well-matched with the other films grouped under the theme of "Women Adrift": Varda's Documenteur, Akerman's feature Les Rendez-vous d'Anna, and Denis's Vendredi soir.

def have seen this before for a class but i have no clue what the context was or even what class it was so,, first time watch! wow exciting

fransizca diye iki yildiz vermistim basta sonra su no jobs olayindan you've got everything now sarkisini caldirdi beynimde uce cikardim

French people are direct. French people eat bread. I, too, eat bread. A masterpiece.

thank you Akerman for the life hacks

i am also hungry and cold. haha we have so much in common, akerman and i aha ha.
ma'am pls step on me?

Just sing and you get what you want
life hacks 101

Osea, qué te digo? Ella ta burla.

it's 2am and now i'm hungry, thanks

I've decided I'm having an Akerman marathon this weekend

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