I felt this movie was an improvement by Chantal Akerman over her previous efforts, the numbing "Hotel Monterey" and the mercifully brief "La Chambre"., both of which seemed like Visual Composition studies from film school. This one seemed to at least have a discernible point and conveyed, in a seemingly autobiographical manner, urban loneliness and the isolation of an outsider in New York. It consists merely of shots taken around the city, with ambient noise, shown while a voice reads letters from a Belgian girl's mother back home. If nothing else, this can be appreciated for its snapshot of what now seems like a very different New York and as a feast for connoisseurs of 70's "fashion", of which there are some jaw-dropping samples on display.