Long live the old flesh.
Thanks to Alicia Fletcher and the Royal Cinema for bringing this to Toronto, and the pleasant surprise of the distributor sending them a 35mm print by accident!
Like a lot of people/film studies grads I’d only seen bits and pieces of this film before and never sat through its entirety. Hearing the audience (a bit on the smaller side but quite attentive) visibly gasp upon its conclusion really did me in. And mon dieu is Akerman’s expression of feminist frustration ever resonant today 😞