plaidflannel’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film has its audience ask both the question of just how much time has passed (for the viewer) and how little time has passed (for the protagonist), creating a starkly uncomfortable osmosis between two different worlds. It cultivates real compassion and appreciation, the kinds that remove themselves entirely from one's own experience and nearly do the impossible in taking you out of your body and life to see the world so differently...
...all in following its eponymous character around for a few days.
It only gets more painful to see Jeanne Dielman occupy such a loveless existence, in both contexts of love withdrawn and love withheld. Chantal Akerman's microcosmic epic paradoxically instills love in its endurers—but again, not the self-improving kind: the once-in-a-lifetime and entirely necessary humanistic kind.
This is a mundanely mammoth film of incredible social and historical significance. Of this I'm sure.