so fascinating to watch this and slowly recognize how quietly influential it’s been to so many pieces of media that i consider canonical to my own taste. you don’t get Lady Bird without this. you don’t get you don’t get The Florida Project without this. you don’t get Portrait of a Lady on Fire or Tomboy without this. you don’t get Parasite or the “Fly” episode of Breaking Bad without this. you don’t get the video for St. Vincent’s “Cruel” (or the entire “housewife on pills” aesthetic of Strange Mercy & “The Strangers”) without this! and yet, for something so foundational, it’s so unbelievably subtle. it’s BORING– on purpose! 3.5 hours of a routine slowly shifting, letting you settle into the purpose of each piece of it, letting you sit in the discomfort of the moments between her actions. shockingly sad to watch her loss of control become a hyper fixation on the little things she can control. (maybe just too relatable? look we’re all goin through stuff) so hypnotic, we all gasped at a very small moment of the routine breaking like it was a massive jump scare. delphine seyrig is unbelievable here, there’s a whole acting masterclass in her facial expressions and another in the deliberate way she moves her hands. so so much to unpack