A Woman Under the Influence (1974)

That was a singular experience. I feel like I just watched a type of filmmaking wholly new to me. The way cassavettes frames shot, holds his camera on actors, positions the camera, fills the screen, etc. it all felt so intimate and raw and alive. It feels like I just watched reality, or maybe the dramatized version of reality, or maybe the reality we remember in our fantasies and thoughts. It was a movie and yet it felt like we watched from both up close and far away. Cassavettes choreographed a ballet with his camera, weaving up close and far away, intimate and removed, and it was sublime

This was possibly one of the most human movies I’ve watched. I felt like I was watching real people experiencing real hardships and grappling with real emotions. The directing style definitely added to that but man oh man those performances. GENA ROWLANDS. PETER FALK. I mean it was an absolute masterclass

And, somehow, above all that it was FUNNY. How this movie was also funny is baffling. 
I felt lots of emotions and I don’t think I’ve been transfixed as I was, for as long as j was from other movies, than the whole ending sequence of Mabel coming back home. Jaw droppped.

I’m definitely not the same person coming out as I was going on