This is probably the most excruciatingly boring film I've ever seen. I saw the American premiere at the New York Film Festival, and its 82 minutes seemed like an eternity in the dentist's chair--the one played by Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man. I was one of the many people who booed loudly at the end. One of my companions didn't boo--he was still asleep, lucky guy. The plot? All I remember is that it seems to be an audition for a musical, with an endless parade of women performing the same lines/songs/dances over and over and over. The greatly flawed film version of A Chorus Line is a masterpiece compared to this snooze-fest. You'd have to pay me to see another Chantal Akerman movie.
Review of The Eighties
