Cleo from 5 to 7 was one of those Sarah Lawrence film class inclusions I just never understood - something about its feminist self-obsession irks me, a common problem for me with “gorgeous women acting crazy” films to this day. I always want to tell those characters to get their shit together and move on with life. Crazy is a luxury I can’t abide.

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Cléo from 5 to 7 shows the act of watching as directing the self inward, rather than outward. Like hypochondria, it allows for the illusion that everything is about you.