A Woman Under the Influence
Dude, I loved it, so does that mean we tie? There’s no question AWUTI’s a great film. No, it’s not the sort of thing I normally like, but yes, I enjoyed it. A few notes.
- The acting. That shit is way ahead of its time, no? I couldn’t believe Rowlands.
- Here’s Carney’s thoughts and also Ebert’s.
- My cat started wigging out in the middle of Mabel’s return scene. It was darting around pouncing on anything it could find, mewling, whining, and such. I even started darting around in a confused attempt to get it to shut up and relax. Then it hit me: of course! It’s getting traumatized! The family’s screaming at each other and the cat don’t know what’s going on!
- Whereas I thought Faces seemed amateurish, I could tell this one was finely crafted. The structure is impeccable. I even thought a lot of the outdoor scenes were shot beautifully, even though I know they were done on the cheap and if it were made today, it would be on DV.
- If only he had lavs (aka lavaliers aka tiny, wireless clip-on mics). Some of the sound was pretty bad. (Cheap complaint, I know.)
- Simple. Haunting. Parable of the creator with a disturbing message. Prophet that no-one wants to hear.
- The end credits are magnificent: the family returns to normalcy and they clean their house in the background. Strong sense that this story continues, but the film has to end sometime. (Leaving the door open for AWUTI 2: Still Under the Influence?)
- I think next I’d like to watch Bookie and Opening Night. I’d love to watch Gazzara for an entire film and at this point I’d watch Rowlands knit a sweater.
- and his Cassy to D and his Kuby is an age-old filmic binary opposition that started as Lumieres vs. Melies. The Lumieres made such entrancing films as Workers Leaving the Factory, Melies filmed magic and trickery. I could go on, but maybe I’ll wade through all that when I finally do a thing on Carney.