It’s 2007, before audiences would learn that Kristen Stewart was to be their Bella Swan, and there’s dizzying acclaim for her tiny role in Sean Penn’s Into the Wild. Anyone would think that the former child actress was being prepped for major stardom.
Of course, Stewart totally killed the Twilight gig, and became an object of obsession for girls everywhere, and a fixture on Hollywood’s Most Hated lists.
Now, in 2017, she’s finally the ‘Best of her Generation’ — as Olivier Assayas described her after directing her to a César for her performance as a personal assistant to a neurotic actress in Clouds of Sils Maria.
Stewart made history as the first American to win the French equivalent of an Oscar, and Assayas would write Personal Shopper with her in mind to star as Maureen, a young expat in Paris.
Once again, she’s a flunky to an unpleasant celebrity. But this time, we merely glimpse the supermodel employer, Kyra, who dispatches her to upscale boutiques to pick up couture and priceless baubles for the red carpet.
Instead it is Stewart’s Maureen who takes centre stage, and she is so much more than an underling. She’s also a psychic medium, a grieving twin sister, and an artist. (And who’s the model here? KStew looks preternaturally gorgeous when she tries on her boss’s designer clothes.)
Maureen hates her job, but she’s in limbo in the French capital mourning her brother, who died from a heart defect she shares. She sits alone at night in his Parisian mansion, waiting for him to show her a sign from the other side. The building creaks and the pipes rattle, before a rageaholic spirit scratches out her artwork.
Later, when Maureen is harassed by text message, we’re supposed to be unsure whether or not she is at the mercy of something more sinister than a fashionista; have ghosts made the jump-scare to the digital era, or has she got a stalker?
If this sounds like a weird blend of high fashion, ectoplasm, and suspense…you’d be right. It really is an engrossing addition to the whodunnit/horror/coming-of-age genre.
And it probably wouldn’t have worked with a typical lead actress. But Stewart has such incredible authenticity and sincerity, that when she talks – or does that notorious Stewart mumble, mumble, shuffle – about the difficulty of finding portals to the spirit world, it seems perfectly reasonable.
From that truthful base, she is fascinating; you just want to keep watching her and watching her.
Verdict: Personal Shopper is a beautiful and detailed treat, from the Vionnet and Chanel dresses, to Maureen’s beanies, polo shirts and sloppy sweaters. It looks like a fashion shoot, all carried off with Stewart’s trademark insouciance and ambiguity.
She even makes the name ‘Maureen’ sound cool.
For those that celebrate it, have a Happy Halloween! If you have a low fear threshold, check out my Guide to Scary Movies, or if you fancy a really creepy read try the book that inspired Alex Garland’s new movie, Annihilation.