Matty Stanfield’s review published on Letterboxd:
Chantal Akerman's 1972 experimental film runs just over an hour.
It is silent, but filmed in color.
The main character here is a decaying Manhattan hotel. We see people talking, sitting, getting on/off the hotel's elevators. We ride on the elevators with these people that start to take on the eerie aspect of ghost-like beings.
While the hotel is clearing on the decline, we catch moments of beauty.
This is art piece is interestingly effective.
Art is what we project on to it. For me, this film has always felt like a look back at a sort of wait station between life and death. I find the film disturbing in a way that simply will not allow me to stop watching.
There is magic here.