Personal Shopper

A crossover of a ghost drama and a murder thriller, with intimate immersion in the main character, who copes with her brother’s death while searching for herself. The film makes excellent use of the emotional depth of Kristen Stewart, following her every step, in every emotional fluctuation through which she dances as if between raindrops. The camera leaves her alone only in the most intimate, masturbation scene in the bedroom. The best edited, fifteen-minute (!) texting scene ever. Personal Shopper is pleasantly chilling and playful in the style of Brian De Palma, full of secrets and ambiguities, and a stimulating sensual experience. And I like that. [Cannes] (19.05.2016)

From the first moment to the last, a personal tale that gets deep under the skin of the main heroine. But there all the intensity ends. In the introspective, almost demonstratively modest layer of the closed shopper, in the magic of normalcy. I still have yet to decipher the genre deviations for ghosts, I myself refused the voluntary path of doubt towards reports of the unknown, even despite its undeniable power. At the moment when piercing narrative questions are posed, I could finally properly get into that otherness, but the unsettling ambiguity of the answers is cowardly and the grinding of previous points by the conclusion itself is like a waste. Olivier Assayas voluntarily swerves into a dead end right before the finish line. (12.11.2018)

A strange film that brings together genres that could have worked separately. A drama about a girl who is tired of her job and is trying to get over the death of her twin. But it's also a mystery thriller with literally horror scenes. Even though some scenes individually work interestingly, overall, even with the last scene, there isn't any significant spiritual fulfillment. (16.05.2017)