Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (1975)

In a quiet Brussels apartment, a solitary widow meticulously maintains a life of routine. Her days are a relentless cycle of chores and errands, each moment a precise ritual. As the days pass, an imperceptible shift begins to unsettle her disciplined existence. Overcooked potatoes, forgotten lights, and small missteps hint at a growing turmoil beneath her composed exterior. With each passing day, the cracks in her orderly world widen.