Jeanne Dielman, 23, Quai du Commerce 1080 Bruxelles ★★★★½

Would really like to see this in a theater so I could be trapped with it, as I was prone to getting distracted and escaping from the elegant mundanity of it all. The 1st day plays out like an ASMR video, lulling you into a sense security via observing a woman go about her daily rituals with rigid precision. The 2nd day, slight setbacks and unforeseen deviations from the routine feel monumental in such isolated, contained environment; a case of overcooked potatoes feels like a cataclysmic event on the level of a nuclear catastrophe. The 3rd day, the 3rd day... I don't want to spoil it, but we see this culminating instance of what all these seemingly minute fizzles in the routine lead to, and even then we are left to revel in the mundanity of shocking development with Akerman's lingering camerawork.

This was haunting, relaxing, and sometimes even rapturous.

Also, this film serves as proof that all these "masters of my routine" people are actually psychopaths who are one unanticipated event away from a total meltdown.