“Saute ma ville”, dit-elle: On Chantal and Being (Miserably) Alive

I don’t remember when I watched Chantal Akerman’s Saute ma ville for the first time. Or how many times I watched it again. The only thing I’m sure is that every time I watch it, I feel like the death is calling me, with its hysterical laugh in my ears. So familiar yet so terrifying. […]