Jeanne Dielman, 23, Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles [DVD]
Director : Chantal Akerman
Screenplay : Chantal Akerman
MPAA Rating : NR
Year of Release : 1975
Stars : Delphine Seyrig (Jeanne Dielman), Jan Decorte (Sylvain Dielman), Henri Storck (First Caller), Jacques Doniol-Valcroze (Second Caller), Yves Bical (Third Caller)
The title of Chantal Akerman’s singular Jeanne Dielman, 23, Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles tells us everything and nothing. We have a woman’s name and her address, which on the surface provides us fundamental information about her identity, but tells us not a thing about the woman herself: what she thinks, what she feels, what she loves, what she fears--in essence, her real identity, who she is. And it is precisely that lack of identity that drives the film and keeps us riveted even though it is so bereft of what we would typically consider events of dramatic import. The title, then, establishes the film’s main character (who appears in virtually every shot in the film) and where the majority of the action takes place, but it tells us nothing of the film’s maddening, hypnotic, fascinating, mundane, electrifying, mind-numbing, and ultimately shocking nature.
The story is structured as a portrait of three days in the life of a seemingly ordinary middle-class widow and mother named Jeanne Dielman (Delphine Seyrig). The film is told entirely in static medium and medium long shots, which both privilege and deny visual information. On the one hand, the camera’s studious intrusion into domestic spaces that are usually left out of filmic narratives gives us an undeniably fascinating sense of fly-on-the-wall surveillance (or, better yet, voyeurism), yet the camera is also frustratingly restrictive in the way it refuses to move when Jeanne walks past, sometimes just sitting there when she leaves the frame, fixed on an empty room or hallway as if waiting for her return. Akerman’s aesthetic, which is also shorn of extradiegetic music (that most emotionally manipulative of devices), seems primed to deny many of the typical pleasures of Hollywood cinema, most directly the close-up, that visual mainstay of the character study that allows us into a character’s personal space to observe all the physical details of his or her emotional terrain. At all times, Jeanne remains at a distance, sometimes even with her back turned to us for long periods of time (this is, in fact, how she is introduced in the film, washing dishes while turned away from the camera).
As the film progresses, we get to know Jeanne’s daily routine, which consists almost exclusively of housework like cooking, cleaning, making the bed, folding laundry, and generally tidying up, all of which is punctuated with the rhythmic clacking of her heels on the hardwood and the ritualistic switching on and off of lights as she enters and leaves rooms. I say “almost exclusively” because there is one other activity in which Jeanne engages every day: prostituting herself in the afternoons. While this would seem to be a radically dramatic wrinkle in her otherwise mundane existence, it is treated with the same unwavering aesthetic, which effectively turns sex with strangers for money into yet another part of the daily routine. The fact that Jeanne stores the money in a beautiful porcelain bowl that is the centerpiece on the dining room table and gives the money to her rather sullen teenage son Sylvain (Jan Decorte) further intertwines the scandalous side job with ordinary domesticity.
The one-bedroom flat in Brussels that Jeanne shares with Sylvain is neat and orderly and at first appears to be homey, although it eventually becomes suffocating. The real-time depiction of Jeanne’s repetitive chores--the “hidden labors” of the domestic realm that, prior to this film, had never been the focus of the camera and are thus the center of Akerman’s argument that Jeanne Dielman is a feminist film--forces us to consider them at length in a way that we normally would not, not even when doing them ourselves. It is a brilliant and unnerving way of making the ordinary seem alien, and we start to feel what we are quite sure Jeanne must also feel: boredom and alienation. Like the experimental real-time films of Andy Warhol, Jeanne Dielman makes time its organizing device, in the process causing us to question the very nature of time itself and how it shapes our understanding of even the most mundane events. Akerman plays with details, and those who observe closely start to recognize the unraveling of Jeanne’s world during the third day, not in ways that are grandly dramatic, but rather small and, in their own way, even more distressing for their lack of grandeur.
At all times, though, Akerman relentlessly keeps us at arm’s distance from Jeanne, refusing us entry into her psyche, which forces us to glean it for ourselves off the surfaces of her daily routines. We gradually learn bits and pieces about her life--that her husband died six years ago and she refuses to remarry, that she has a sister who lives in Canada--but she never overtly reveals herself psychologically. In one scene Sylvain explains a dream he had of sexual violence, and she simply tells him that he shouldn’t worry about it, which suggests an obvious level of sexual repression that has great explanatory potential, yet somehow feels woefully inadequate. It seems more like that Jeanne is meant to be an enigma, which is reflected in Akerman’s canny casting choice. While Jeanne is clearly meant to be an “ordinary” woman going about an “ordinary” life, Akerman did not cast an unknown, but rather Delphine Seyrig, whose starring roles in such films as Alain Resnais’s Last Year at Marienbad (1961) and Luis Buñuel’s The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972) had given her a kind of star power among the art film crowd that was most likely to attend a film like Jeanne Dielman. Thus, Jeanne is simultaneously a very specific woman and an “everywoman,” which gives the film a sharp dual edge with which it cuts through the banality of hidden labor and exposes the dark recesses beneath.
|Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles Criterion Collection Two-Disc DVD Set|
|Distributor||The Criterion Collection|
|Release Date||August 25, 2009|
|VIDEO & AUDIO|
|Jeanne Dielman is presented in a new high-definition anamorphic transfer taken from the original camera negative and approved by director Chantal Akerman. It very much looks like a European film from the 1970s, with slightly dull, desaturated colors that are heavy on browns, grays, and sick hospital greens. The majority of the film takes place in Jeanne’s one-bedroom flat, and the transfer does a beautiful job of conveying the details and textures of the interiors, so that by the end of the film we can feel the slick tile in the kitchen, the heavy fabric on the furniture, and the rough surfaces of the wallpaper. Having been restored with MTI’s DRS system, Pixel Farm’s PFClean system, and Digital Vision’s DVNR system, the image looks pristine, with no signs of dirt, scratches, or damage. The original monaural soundtrack, which has been transferred at 24-bit from a 35mm soundtrack print and digitally restored, sounds very good. The film’s long stretches of silence are not marred by ambient hiss or crackling, and the naturalistic sound effects of Jeanne walking and cleaning and cooking make you feel like you’re right there.|
|Criterion has generously outfitted the two-disc set of this challenging film with a host of supplements to help us make sense of its unique legacy. Interestingly, there is no audio commentary and very little critical analysis outside of film scholar Ivone Margulies’s essay in the insert booklet. Rather, the supplements tend to focus on the production of the film and Akerman’s evolving feelings about it. The best place to start is Autour de “Jeanne Dielman,” an unadorned 69-minute black-and-white documentary shot by actor Sami Frey during the production of the film and edited by Agnes Ravez and Akerman. Without commentary it gives us candid behind-the-scenes footage of Akerman and her crew at work, which provides solid evidence of just how thought-out every bit of the film is (the opening sequence shows Akerman and her somewhat contentious star debating how Jeanne would brush her hair). There is also an insightful excerpt from “Chantal Akerman par Chantal Akerman,” a 1997 episode of the French television program Cinéma de notre temps, as well as an archival television interview excerpt featuring Akerman and star Delphine Seyrig. The disc also includes new video interviews with Akerman (20 min.) and her longtime cinematographer Babette Mangolte (23 min.). Of much interest is a 2007 interview of Akerman’s mother Natalia, who Akerman claims as partial inspiration for the film, by the director herself in a kitchen that looks unnervingly like the one in the film (28 min.). Finally, we get Saute ma ville (1968), Akerman’s 12-minute first film, with a new video introduction by the director.|
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