My mother, your mother, his mother is waiting. The water is boiling, laundry is in the dryer, supper is ready in about five minutes, and she waits for me, you, and him. Discreetly, she knits mankind a wool sweater to keep armoured from the unkind but asks for no thanks in return. She is a […]
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Lydia’s Film Critique: Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles |