Tyann Smith’s review published on Letterboxd:
There is a reason why women feel so much guilt for not being productive or constantly of service to someone else (usually men).
-once I get my unemployment money, I’m going to buy myself a plant.
-paid my credit card bill.
-fed the cat, grabbed a snack.
-tracked a package I ordered.
It feels almost voyeuristic, like the audience is inside the house watching this quiet, ordinary woman do menial tasks, without her knowing we’re watching. And yet, we don’t even really know her. Earlier quarantine days felt like this when I wasn’t out of my mind in a deep depression state. Watching her make coffee in the third act 🥺 some days things just don’t go quite as planned.
Jeanne Dielman est mon héroïne ♥️