There’s a very special moment in Chantal Akerman’s No Home Movie where her mother comments on what great ideas her daughter has. She really did!
Lol, although very, very different, I couldn’t help but being reminded of George Kuchar’s I, An Actress at the beginning. (I guess I think of them a lot together because I find myself the most inspired by those two, especially). There’s something so intriguing about the director/talent interaction. While George, of course, is more... splashy, Chantal is struck by every possible minor distinction.
In grand Akerman tradition, time sure is felt. This is not a quick ~80 minutes, but I again admire Chantal more than before. (I appreciate Golden Eighties more, particularly the music). Though more than this or even Chantal Akerman by Chantal Akerman (a film by Chantal Akerman), Autour de Jeanne Dielman is still my favourite peak into her directing.