Olivier Assayas’s Personal Shopper is stylish, mysterious and very strange. It is a ghost story and suspense thriller, yet also a sympathetically realist portrait of numbed quarterlife loneliness, and it’s all held together by a really outstanding performance from Kristen Stewart who, in her unforced and unaffected normality, gives us a way into the drama, with all its natural and supernatural happenings. Stewart is eligible for next year’s Oscars, but acting like this hardly ever gets prizes. She makes it all look easy.
I’ve seen Personal Shopper a second time, since it blew everyone at Cannes away last year, and another viewing redoubled its shivery fear, its uncanny, elegant ambiguity and also its poignancy. Stewart gives new force to that terrible old cliche: the old soul. She is in her mid-20s but has accumulated a lifetime of sadness.
There are some classic thriller moments, and Hitchcock himself might have admired the masterly sequence in which a row of her pursuer’s threatening stacked-up texts show up on her just-switched-on phone. […] The hairs on the back of my neck bristled.
Peter Bradshaw, The Guardian