This movie may not be what you, or even I, would call "good." I'm not sure I 1. know or 2. care if this is "good," or even a "movie." It is, I am certain, a very unsubtle reminder to a lot of stupid people that Trump is a direct result of the Republican establishment and that they're all every bit as evil as he is. It should be poured into the eyeballs of everyone who says Trump makes them nostalgic for Bush. I bet John Yoo would get a kick out of that.
"Where is Chantal?"
Tying her shoes, getting up, closing the curtains, and leaving the frame as composed as she began it. Sounds continue, but their sources are offscreen.
I don't know what drove Chantal Akerman to share so much of herself with us, but I wish I could thank her for it.