"Personal Shopper" creates a fully realized universe that merges visceral dread with deeper observations about its causes.

Elastic to the point of fuzzy, like the best art-horror films Personal Shopper both provokes and simultaneously mocks our need for answers.

[Stewart] offers a refined version of her Twilight saga performance, which oscillates between discreet twitchiness and vocal outbursts, as if emotions had to fight against in order to be felt.

If at times Assayas can be overly cerebral, as if he distrusts the pull of narrative, Stewart’s astonishing naturalness on screen acts as much-needed counterweight.