I get why people might not like this but I found Adolph Green really compelling and the off kilter delivery pretty funny. Kind of proto Larry David at the start. The POV shots from under the bed during the farcical climax we’re executed perfectly. Really moving ending imo “We have your kind in Cleveland!”
Heard about this when it came out due to being a Jim O’Rourke fan but forgot about it soon after finding that it was impossible to find at the time. Beautiful slow cinema sepia-drenched tone poem. Opening with a suspenseful bus hijacking sequence that resolves quickly but leaves the three survivors traumatized with an emotional charge that gives ample momentum to the remaining very long form narratively open ended duration. The biggest problem by far is that it has a serial killer sub plot that exposes some bad writing and would have worked as a background element not directly connected to the main characters.
From the outset, cutaways to the beginnings of new scenes fosters unique tension: Jung's seeming reaction to a startling diagnosis of his wife's anxiety regarding their marriage is revealed in actuality to be the expression he wears before meeting his newly born first child.
Fluidity of authority dispersal within relationships: Jung's wife is both a pseudo-patient of his, confidant, and financial master. Jung's patient becomes intellectual protege-equal, friend, and mistress. Jung and Freud are mentor-protege, competitors, friends etc.
The Criterion booklet emphasized the uniformity of hands (holding coffee cups, ashing cigerettes "hand held shots"), saturated with the "color of revolution". But more immediately to me the timing seemed Brakhage-level perfect in its rhythmic immutability. A series of angular swipes, successively worked to compliment the process of memory. Very propulsive and worth an immediate re-watch.