She says she is hungry, so her lover feeds her then allows her to stay the night. They make love. Did you know Edit. Quotes Truck-driver : You see, this is what matters. Connections Featured in Fabulous! The Story of Queer Cinema User reviews 10 Review. Top review. Did very little for me. Not quite sure what this is supposed to be or mean. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those who strive after meaning, allegories and new dimensions or need such things to get involved in a great film.
Sadly Je, tu, il, elle did not strike me as a great film. As a fan of long static shots I might not have had as big trouble as some others seems to have had.
But the beauty of the imagery was minimal. And the lesbian love scene in contrast less grey felt not only dead but entirely inhuman and distant.
The 30 minute opening act was though it's many attempt of humor more or less dull. Her inner dialog struck me as somewhat silly rather than funny, interesting and deep.
My interest grew during the second act, which is more dialog driven than the first and the last. If anything this is a revolt against form. And I can in some sense appreciate it for this. Anything new or different will obviously create some interest and start some sparks.
But Akerman did not manage to bring me in with this one. Details Edit. Release date December 27, United States. France Belgium. World Artists. I, You, He, She. Images Donate icon An illustration of a heart shape Donate Ellipses icon An illustration of text ellipses.
It appears your browser does not have it turned on. Please see your browser settings for this feature. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! She's ingesting pure energy, something sweet but not complex.
It's not necessarily about need, but want. Perhaps because of the focus on food throughout the film, especially the sugar and the neat way Julie's ex-girlfriend folds up the sandwich she creates, the climactic sex scene of this film reminded me of a more direct, slower Svankmajer.
I loved the beginning and end of this but I wish that man didn't have that much screentime. I'm a woman expecting for the inevitable, the irreversible to be erased, like a miracle that could only happen in an alternate reality, a reality that might bring me gloves when I'm in cold, or an embrace when solitude haunts me, or the concrete to seal up my heart wounds.
Who are you? I am the one that nudes what happens behind the curtain. I am the prophet of future consequences, and what lies beyond your destiny. From the Eclipse Series. With Je tu il elle , avant-garde luminary Chantal Akerman turned remotely toward feature filmmaking—at least to the extent that the film exhibits performers who enact a suppositional story line. Yet unsurprisingly it hews very little to the conventions of traditional narrative cinema—instead retaining the real time aesthetic, emphasis on mundanity, and clinical objectivity even a prolonged sex scene is depicted with Bressonian detachment that distinguish Akerman's foregoing New York documentaries.
Shot over scarcely a week on grainy black-and-white 16mm film, the unadorned snapshot of toneless, private desperation rendered through behavioral detail rather than psychological context calls to mind early efforts by….
Akerman herself stars as Julie, a woman quietly reeling after a breakup. She incessantly rearranges furniture only to divest herself of all but her mattress, writes then rewrites the same love letter over and again—pages scrawled on and scratched out, littering the floor in a cryptic layout.
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