I’d love to report that Olivier Assayas’ Personal Shopper (Grade: B-), which set off a chorus of disapproval at its press screening last night, is a misunderstood masterpiece—or even that it’s as strong as Assayas’ hugely divisive techno-thriller Demonlover , which got booed here back in 2002 (my very first time at Cannes).
Assayas es un realizador estimable, pero a veces le da por ponerse conceptual (ese fue el caso de su anterior tropezón en Cannes, Demonlover, de 2002).
The French director behind Carlos and Demonlover has described his latest as a “collage,” but in truth, it’s a pile of scraps that never quite coheres.
Here, as in the manic “Demonlover” (2002), Assayas is onto something—the uncontainable means by which modern communications may be binding us together not as one friend to another but as extortioner to victim, predator to prey, or dead to quick.
The premise is ludicrous, but not unexpected from Assayas, a restlessly inventive filmmaker whose sinister global thrillers Demonlover (2002) and Boarding Gate (2007) likewise pivot on absurd plot points to plumb 21st-century malaise and disorder.
To watch a triple bill of “Irma Vep,” “Demonlover” and “Summer Hours,” to name three of his more memorable works, is to embark on a six-hour journey from the playful to the sublime by way of the completely deranged.