"So what have I got after all those years? A big house, a kooky wife and a kid who wears sneakers."
Stunning. The godfather of independent movies with another slam dunk. One hell of an emotional roller coaster. So uncomfortable, painfully real and honest; a manic-depressive portrait of the dissolution of a marriage and middle-age boredom. Middle-class America as a bleak dystopia. Pathetic, self-centered people rambling, drinking, arguing, falling in and out of love, fucking each other over, doing terrible and cowardly things. Gena Rowlands crying while singing is the essence. Final shot is an all-timer.