Nick Boretz

To me this was a minimalist anti- movie about disintegration. The tediousness of life withing walls, floors, doors, bathtubs slowly, very slowly trends towards chaos. Her son doesn't look well..a letter comes..the concentration Jeanne exhibits while she constantly puts objects in order breaks down in little ways. But who cares? Why am I watching this? What drives me to look at it and experience it. The critics picked it and I had to look. My opinion is they were trying to torture me. For most of the work..it was like trying to read Beckett's Malone Dies, falling asleep, and waking up to the same page over and over. Same feeling I had when trying to watch Last Year at Marienbad. I think the French said it all with Children of Paradise. Then again they did have Jacque Tati..

Depressing, documentary-like, predictable. It's a shame great acting was wasted on this non story of what is basically an interesting area of society.

Only from a structural point of view as a play, not a movie..because I accept this work as a play. On the stage you got the atmosphere and the life through dialogue..brilliant dialogue. But Ma Rainey always had the same problem. It takes too long to go anywhere and that has nothing to do with my lack of melatonin.