The viewers most likely to get something out of this monotonous ghost story slash new-gen existential drama with fleeting murder mystery are teen Twilight fans, slightly older now than they were when Kristen Stewart was romanced by vampires and werewolves but still sporting their multimedia-enhanced attention-spans that enable them to deal with Personal Shopper's flux of unfinished ideas, and who, like the main character, experience a lot of the world alone with eyes trained on a screen, expressing their emotions primarily via emoticons - "I'm scared," "I'm ashamed," Maureen (Kristen Stewart's anachronistically-named psychic personal-shopper) punches into her phone during a text exchange that makes up a boring bulk of the film (an exchange she has with a ghost or a murderer or herself or someone else...stop asking questions) but despite these texted e-motions, Maureen never looks scared nor ashamed nor anything else: her scowl and low affect go unchanged for the duration of the movie - she is neither happy nor sad, here nor there; she is always in transit, between worlds, like the twenty-somethings who might, like, deign to hit LIKE on social media in response to all this more-mature-Twilight supernatural angst.
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