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Personal Shopper

Personal Shopper

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In some respects, Olivier Assayas has been making ghost stories for years. No other filmmaker has demonstrated so profound an ability to infuse ordinary objects, such as furniture and artwork, with a sense of their own lived past. This is most clearly born out in 2008’s Summer Hours, where family heirlooms seem to contain some essence of their past owners. Personal Shopper actualizes that thematic undercurrent of the filmmaker’s oeuvre: Filled with spirits both malevolent and inscrutable, the film explores the extent to which Assayas’s characters have always found, and lost, their identities through the aid of their surroundings.

We first meet Maureen (Kristen Stewart) not in her day job as the put-upon assistant of an egotistical celebrity, Kyra (Nora von Waldstätten), but in her more personal work as a spiritual medium. Arriving at a stately, abandoned manor in late afternoon, she walks across creaking floorboards and opens doors that groan with the effort of use. A hard cut passes the scene from day to night, at which point Maureen is roused by noises of a more ominous sort, and in some frames one can spot a spectral mist forming in the negative space around her. Eventually, we learn that Maureen is investigating the house to see if it contains the spirit of her dead brother, who was also a medium and said that he would transmit to his sister, after he passed, signs from the afterlife. Despite the deeply personal nature of Maureen’s intended séance, however, a following consultation with the prospective buyers who hired Maureen to investigate the house for ghosts offers a reminder that the woman’s paranormal research is a job unto itself.

The alternately personal and professional aspects of Maureen’s side work begins to inform the strange reality of her day job. Kyra herself starts to feel as much like an apparition as the spirit Maureen encounters inside the old house. For example, Maureen secures one article of clothing for Kyra by promising a reluctant designer that her boss will only borrow it for a gala, only to spend much of the rest of the film attempting to get her boss to return it while dealing exclusively with intermediary assistants. Often, Maureen brings orders to Kyra’s empty apartment, with only a handwritten note acknowledging that anyone lives there at all. On the one occasion that the celebrity is present, she’s so focused on a conversation with her agent that it’s Maureen herself who’s effectively rendered invisible, her timid protestations about the unreturned clothes evaporating in the air around the star.

The scenes depicting Maureen’s thankless servitude come across as a direct continuation of Stewart’s character’s arc in Clouds of Sils Maria, though they push beyond the 2014 film’s warmer depiction of a star’s overreliance on others to manage her life by revealing the same material from the perspective of the assistant, who doesn’t mistake an employee-employer relationship for friendship the way Juliette Binoche’s Maria did. Yet to consider Personal Shopper as a mere extension of Assayas’s earlier film is to ignore how far back into the director’s oeuvre his latest feature begins to stretch.

Under strict instructions from Kyra never to try on the clothes purchased on her behalf, Maureen caves to the temptation, and when she does, her entire personality seems to change. Maureen is, at first, like most Stewart characters, self-sufficient and brusque, but nonetheless reserved. But as Maureen poses for herself in clothes that likely cost more than a year’s salary, the actress lets slip a confidence she’s never shown on screen before. The metatextual impact of these scenes, of the character silently donning a new personality as the actress playing her compounds her own image, harks all the way back to Maggie Cheung obliquely using film history itself as a costume in Irma Vep.

This fragmentation of personal identity is matched by the film’s own loose boundaries. Narrative quickly collapses into a kind of fugue state where Maureen appears to be assaulted on all sides: by the memory of her brother, by what may or may not be his ghost, by Kyra, and by Kyra’s leering and arrogant boyfriend, Ingo (Lars Eidinger). Personal Shooper is alternately a haunted-house movie, a psychological thriller, and a Bildungsroman about learning to accept grief. One subplot, involving a series of increasingly threatening text messages from an unknown figure who seems to know everything about Maureen, even updates the slasher genre, modernizing the wry but sinister phone calls from Scream for the smartphone era.

So much of Assayas’s work is devoted to how the search for the self is thwarted by the reality that identity isn’t a fixed position and that it shifts over time in response to stimuli and one’s environment. As Personal Shopper’s various strands don’t so much lead to a conclusion as they abruptly cease, the film reveals itself to be the most complete expression of this subtext that runs throughout Assayas’s films, slipping in and out of related but distinct genres the way that Maureen toys with Kyra’s clothes and jewelry. Maureen seeks to recognize and exorcise the spirits around her, yet Personal Shopper suggests that the only way to be rid of the past is to exorcise oneself.

IFC Films
105 min
Olivier Assayas
Olivier Assayas
Kristen Stewart, Sigrid Bouaziz, Anders Danielsen Lie, Pascal Rambert, Lars Eidinger, Nora von Waldstätten, Ty Olwin, Audrey Bonnet