This is another of Chantal Ackerman's experimental avant-garde films from the mid 1970's - mainly long still shots of New York streets with Ackerman reading voiced over letters from her mother (back in Belgium). You have to be in the right frame of mind for such 'difficult' movies, and I wasn't, though I think I may watch it again (knowing now what to expect) and as a result of a review comparing it to the paintings of Edward Hopper.
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