Attenberg thrives in its soft spoken absurdity.
Marina is a lead character grounded in peculiarity and those that enter her orbit acknowledge that peculiarity but never admonish or mock it. I love films about weird women who find the people who love and celebrate them and then you just get to watch them do their thing and Attenberg encapsulates that beautifully.
Empathy seems to be delicately intertwined in its explorations of sex, friendship, desire, death, and grief. Everything is in your face odd and yet also told so very gently, which left me with a blurry wave of sadness, elation, and introspection.
Absolutely not for everyone, or perhaps even for most people, but for me, it all landed perfectly. I’m really glad I stumbled upon Attenberg before it left Criterion.
Also, I loved the poster for this so much that I was inspired to make a list of my favorite movie posters :)