Movies that are slightly off.
1 woman became 2, 2 women became 3, 3 women became 1
Pinky is an awkward young teen who starts work at a spa in the CA. Desert. She becomes overly attached to fellow spa attendant, Millie when she becomes Millie's roommate. Mille is a lonely outcast who desperately tries to win attention with constant upbeat chatter. They hang out at a bar owned by a strange pregnant artist and her has-been cowboy husband. After each of 2 emotional crises, the three woman steal and trade each other's personalities until they settle into a new family unit that seems to give each woman what she was searching for.
Born from a dream and sharing the same inconsistent logic, Robert Altman’s 3 Women is a strange and elusive drama exploring the transitory nature of identities. Although best known for his narratively complex ensemble dramas it is Altman’s experimental chamber pieces that provide some of his most interesting work.
As the title implies, 3 Women, is centred on the complicated and shifting relationships between three women in the Californian desert. Sissy Spacek stars as the naive Pinky, a young woman from Texas who becomes obsessed with her colleague and roommate, Millie (Shelley Duvall). Millie is a woman with a deluded sense of confidence who is blindly ignored by all those around her. The third woman in this triumvirate is Janice…
I admire Altman's craft, certainly, when he delivers images like Millie crossing a massive mural of mutated, naked human beings with their genitals askew and erect, their faces distorted in what looks to me like horror. Or when he shows just a bit of Millie's dress sticking out from her car door (the first image I needed to capture in this film) or Pinky's curled, broken form in the pool (or just before, standing up to the rail). Some of these evoke wonder, some horror, some just surreal desire (what can I say). But.
Well, before but. Everyone seems to talk about how the three women merge into one balanced being or whatever, but no one really seems to reflect…
A lot of Altman's films feel like dreams to me but this was the only one literally based on one. It is also the one that by the end, appears unfinished, like all dreams, but still feels like a full journey has been taken. Altman received the green light from 20th Century Fox without a finished screenplay, only the dream idea and who would play the leads. Further evidence of how much influence was turned over to these rule-breaking maverick filmmakers in the 70s. Makes modern studio output look like the nightmarish comittee-approved, watered down, juvenile-marketed, Twilight Zoney counter-universe that we all know it has become.
Not much to add to my Time Out New York review, written for its Film Forum run in 2002, back when there was still no DVD. I've seen this three times now and on both repeat viewings it's turned out to be much weirder and more impervious to analysis than I remembered. That's mostly a good thing.
An insert provided with the DVD of Mulholland Drive offers "David Lynch's ten clues to unlocking this thriller," directing confused viewers to "notice appearances of the red lampshade" and "pay particular attention to the beginning of the film." Robert Altman's 3 Women—a tour de force of dream logic set in Southern California, involving two young women whose identities shift like tectonic…
the failure of an attempted escape from a self-replicating cycle of inherited behavior, a whirlpool of prescribed femininity, its transmission from generation to generation a form of psychological transference. Janice Rule fires bullet after bullet at a picture of a snake eating its own tail.
I cannot begin to fathom, let alone fashion, a proper response to such pure cinematic poetry. As with seeing STRAW DOGS and KING LEAR before it, here is another of those all too terribly rare lucid viewing experiences. Discovering this film tonight, on 35mm, makes me feel confident that more or less waiting to thoroughly investigate Robert Altman's work by way of UCLA's very near-complete retrospective is a kind of incredible (if incidental) fortune. I'll also never forget the nameless man in tonight's audience who suddenly stood up during the film's final reel, as if unable to sit, and never sat back down until the end credits. It may be nothing, it may remain unexplained, but part of me feels as if the film elicited such an intense kinesthetic response (discomfort? terror? confusion?) that - for this man - sitting was simply not an option.
3 Women? More like 3 Weirdos!
Typically when I watch a movie, I get a sense of how I am going to review it. After about 20 or 30 minutes I have a decent understanding if it is going to be a movie that I am going to like or dislike, and the question is more of how much will I like it or dislike it. As events occur in a movie I sort of make mental note of things that impact me, or how I felt while watching the film. At about the half way point of this film I still had no clue as to how I was going to review it.
I had to pause half way through because I was too tired,…
Poetic, obsessive, and creepy - 3 Women gave me feelings that no other Altman film has. I really didn't know what to think during the last 20 minutes, other than about how great it was.
Shelley Duvall is majestic in this fascinating, confounding, and deeply unsettling film. Recalls Bergman's Persona but completely in Altman's style. While Spacek is typically wonderful at portraying the innocence, it is Duvall who really owns this movie. A-
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
pinky is an awkward adolescent who becomes overly attached to her fellow spa attendant,Mille is a woman who starves for attention with constant up-beat chatter, they hang out at a bar owend by a quite pregnant artist, the three women steal and trade personalities until each woman is given what she was searching for.
both pinky and mille work at a spa for old people, despite mille's hunger for attention, she doesn't seem to take the attention that is given to her by pinky, until someday mille hangs a room mate wanted note on the bord of the cafeteria, pinky got interested and took the offer.
as i understood, pinky is a poor little sweet girl at the begging of…
A good film, but one that I didn't care for.
If Ingmar Bergman hadn’t made Persona, one would have to wonder if Robert Altman would have never dreamed up his overlooked and forgotten psychological horror film: 3 Women. A neo-remake of sorts, Altman loosely goes through the same dreamlike ordeals of two women, but also includes a third - and sets his story up almost like a slapstick comedy that never quite hits its jokes. This seems critical, but it really just gives the film the most bizarre of atmosphere, and makes the horror sequences (such as an inventive nightmare moment) all the more discomforting. Shelley Duvall’s performance - played like comedy, but tragic and mysterious by the end - is a thing of beauty. Her unconventional physicality and mousy…
Based upon a dream writer and director Robert Altman had, the film tackles the relationship of two women, Sissy Spacek's childlike Pinky and Shelly Duvall's consumerist Millie who live in the same apartment. Both suffer from lonliness, both struggle to find a place to fit. Pinky wonders around like a lost soul, starting at a health clinic and spa for elderly people, she curiously watches all the people, yet struggles to attach herself to any.
Alternatively, Millie surrounds herself in items of populist, her clothing is upbeat, her attitude is flirtatious, but when she speaks to people, she's largely ignored, she practically dreams up dates that are never destined to happen and people fail to realise when she's not around,…
What the hell did Altman eat before he went to bed the night he dreamed this up?!
High-rated movies with very few views. Suggestions are welcome.
Originally a list made prior to Cannes 2014, now updated every mid-April.
This is every Palme d'Or nominee since the…