The starting premise - the death of a friend triggering a mid-life crisis among three other men - is decent enough, and the actors are talented, but what follows is two hours of incoherent improv with minimal plot. I guess Cassavetes is offering a commentary on the emotional incompetence of the American male, but it's hard to sit through such a meandering, directionless sprawl of a film. I'm also mystified about the billing as 'comedy' - that might be the film's one and only joke.
Review of Husbands
