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Well, at the risk of forever cementing my status hereabouts as one suffering from congenital lowness of brow, film-wise: Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles -- which I've attempted to watch all the way through twice now, and failed both times -- bored me so profoundly that I could actually feel my bodily cells slowing down and individually undergoing entropic decay, both times.
God bless and keep all of you fellow enthusiasts who genuinely found it meaningful and uplifting, etc. -- and it's certainly not as if I was wanting a Michael Bay movie, instead -- but: I just couldn't connect.
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"If it was priggish for an older generation of reviewers to be ashamed of what they enjoyed and to feel they had to be contemptuous of popular entertainment, it's even more priggish for a new movie generation to be so proud of what they enjoy that they use their education to try to place trash within the acceptable academic tradition." -- Pauline Kael