Even just one day later, it's hard to resummon the mood and effect of this - the description is unusually apt - haunting film, although listening to Very Sad closing credits song "Track of Time" (Anna von Hausswolff) is helping somewhat.
There are ghosts of all kinds in Personal Shopper, and from the opening sequence, which sees Kristen Stewart's Maureen arriving at and, later that night, moving watchfully through a large, old house that's all creaking floorboards and sudden cracks, gusts and ricochets in search of something that we later learn could be one of several different spirits, Stewart's character herself seems at once haunted and ghostly in her own right.
There are literal ghosts - or, at least, manifestations - and a host of other fears, some of which turn out to be justified, if possibly all enfolded upon each other. And there are depths and eddys of many kinds, all centred around Stewart in a way that proves, in the film's final line, to have been wholly apt the entire time - and creating a challenge which she, as an actor, proves entirely up to, through whatever alchemy of natural state, projected association and deliberate performance. A remarkable film.
(previously from Assayas/Stewart, the just as great Clouds of Sils Maria)
There are ghosts of all kinds in Personal Shopper, and from the opening sequence, which sees Kristen Stewart's Maureen arriving at and, later that night, moving watchfully through a large, old house that's all creaking floorboards and sudden cracks, gusts and ricochets in search of something that we later learn could be one of several different spirits, Stewart's character herself seems at once haunted and ghostly in her own right.
There are literal ghosts - or, at least, manifestations - and a host of other fears, some of which turn out to be justified, if possibly all enfolded upon each other. And there are depths and eddys of many kinds, all centred around Stewart in a way that proves, in the film's final line, to have been wholly apt the entire time - and creating a challenge which she, as an actor, proves entirely up to, through whatever alchemy of natural state, projected association and deliberate performance. A remarkable film.
(previously from Assayas/Stewart, the just as great Clouds of Sils Maria)
