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A Woman Under the Influence
Peter Falk is a blue collar man trying to deal with his wife's mental instability. He fights to keep a semblance of normality in the face of her bizarre behavior, but when her actions affect their children, he has her committed
A devastating masterwork of one woman's downward spiral and a dry, humanist deconstruction of acceptable social politics. It is a film about family, commitment, desperation, redemption, endurance and the struggles of the working class. It is a film that sucked me right in with jaw-loosening, goosebumps-inducing acting. Gena Rowlands transforms herself. She becomes the distraught Mabel, an unimaginable character. It is so unconventional and uncompromising what she does in the first half, slowly losing her sense of "normal" public and private behavior. Her performance is nothing short of astonishing. Is she becoming mentally ill, or has she always been this way? Is she really mentally sick at all? The conclusion of her mental state lays entirely on the viewer. This…
Hate repeating old party lines on Letterboxd (is there anything more pointless than 100 reviews that all say “X actor really gives his/her all!”?), but must admit how much I’m struck by the control of Cassavetes’s camera in every scene; the incorrectly assumed improvisation is really the work of a master. What is more striking is that most of the important visual information is often teetering on the edges of the frame. One really great example is when Mabel goes to the bar. On the bottom of the frame, her hand pops in and out just enough so we can glimpse her ring finger. The hand goes away just as the bartender replaces that part of the image with the…
I'm not sure if I can even begin to describe my sheer amazement at Gena Rowlands nuanced performance or my deep admiration for the realism of John Cassavetes. In many regards, I think one could almost classify A Woman Under the Influence as a kitchen sink drama with its domestic tension and entrapped claustrophobic character entanglements. Obviously the domestic aspect is of how small scale the film is set and those involved but I think Cassavete's realism shines through how he frames his characters as well. Rowlands descent into insanity is all the more amplified by how her real life husband Cassavete's films her in close ups while everyone else is usually at a distance. Perhaps signifying their distance in…
"Stand up for me"
The look and feel of this unbearably intense emotional drama is frankly stunning. At times I could barely breathe, but the presentation of this film is intoxicating.
Reminding of the later likes of Wenders and Cimino, I liked how it didn't take sides, all characters here have a perspective worth hearing. Falk and Rowlands at the epicentre give frighteningly real performances. Rowland's character I will never forget, a slightly emotionally unstable free spirit continually suffocated into a nervous breakdown by the social politics in her time and place. The rest of the characters try to get their heads around this character in their own way, with some more dismissively judgmental and destructive than others. The spectre…
All of a sudden, I miss everyone...
There's something special about John Cassavetes that makes me love his films. Perhaps its the natural feeling that is always present in his films, like how the characters are talking naturally like it's every day life. You feel like you aren't simply watching a movie, but rather having a personal experience. These experiences are only magnified by magnificent performances from the likes of Gena Rowlands, Peter Falk, and even Cassavetes himself. The way he uses his actors in each of his films brings an impressive end product and extremely memorable films overall.
A Woman Under the Influence concerns a husband and wife named Nick and Mabel Longhetti (Rowlands and Falk). He is an…
Dat ass Tina
This was a remarkably brutal film to watch. It is obviously amazing and the performances, especially from Gena Rowlands, were intense. But it’s the most distressing viewing I’ve had in a long while. Now my crazy isn’t the same as Mabel’s crazy but seeing her suffering was just too real.
It’s clear that this is supposed to be a relationship drama that focuses on two people who don’t seem to match or to understand each-other but are deeply in love anyway. But what stands out, from the distance of time and multiple reviews of what's a highly regarded film, is the distinctive female experience that Mabel has.
She tries to be a good wife, a good mother, a good daughter…
John Cassavetes's 1974 masterpiece, and one of the best films of its decade. Cassavetes stretches the limits of his narrative—it's the story of a married couple, with the wife hedging into madness—to the point where it obliterates the narrator: it's one of those extremely rare movies that seem found rather than made, in which the internal dynamics of the drama are completely allowed to dictate the shape and structure of the film. The lurching, probing camera finds the same fascination in moments of high drama and utter triviality alike—and all of those moments are suspended painfully, endlessly. Still, Cassavetes makes the viewer's frustration work as part of the film's expressiveness; it has an emotional rhythm unlike anything else I've ever seen. With Gena Rowlands and Peter Falk.
John Cassavetes's 1974 drama seems intentionally named to initially have the meaning questioned. Is Gena Rowlands' Mabel a drunk, or something darker? We first see her behave erratically at a bar, but the next morning, quickly learn it's the latter: her mental state is not normal. Peter Falk's loving, confused, and as a result, abusive, Nick is filled with such a manic idea of what is a "normal" family that the overcompensation he exudes as a result of Mabel's action becomes unbearable to watch. Bo Harwood's minimally used music serves to heighten the tension in just the few places it's really needed.
However, there's no clear reason this movie is as long as it is (to its detriment). Almost all…
Absolutely unsettling all the way through; everyone's always on the brink of exploding it's hard to let my guard down. And when the pent-up stress does finally get released, it's never complete. Things get swept under the rug so quickly and frequently that one starts to worry what might happen if the rug is suddenly removed.
Felt like an extended episode of Scenes from a Marriage but with more characters.
Gena Rowlands, bloody hell, what a performance.
I am in awe with Gena Rowland's and Peter Falk's performances.
An all around fantastic, insightful, seering movie that takes an intimate look at a very quirky family. Cassavetes camera is able to capture this family at their most radiant and their most unblemished. The main story concerns a housewife whose unusual but non-violent behavior reaches such a boiling point that her husband (along with his scheming mother) have her committed. While the act itself is incredibly unfair, you understand the husband's frustration and anguish, thanks in large part to a great performance from Peter Falk. As the movie progresses, you begin to wonder if maybe the husband is the least sane of the two. He is certainly the angrier, more violent one yet his behavior is seen as correct simply…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
At around the 30 minute mark, there's a scene where Nick (Peter Falk) has all his colleagues and friends over for dinner, and Marble (Gena Rowlands <3) starts asking everyone what their name is, like an innocent and curious 3 year old, which of course, would be sweet and charming if she indeed was a 3 year old, but this is a 30-something woman acting like a child, and there was just something so unpleasant about it, and it made me feel so at unease that I had to pause the film for five minutes.
Gena Rowlands' performance didn't surprise me one bit, after having seen what she's capable of in ‘Opening Night’ just a couple of days ago. In…
This is my first Cassateves film. It will certainly not be my last.
I have never seen a film like this. The emotional response I had was similar to that of a Bergman film, but their films are nothing alike. The most similar film I can think of is maybe Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves, but even they are completely different tonally and stylistically.
At times there were these 30-minute, or so, scenes that take place in real time, where we see an argument or an event take place in its entirety; which gave the film this realism that was so captivating.
I've read people are annoyed by the films lack of a resolution. Those people clearly didn't pay enough attention to the film.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…