I love Cassavettes. He's a great actor and a wonderful director. He's a unique soul with a lingering camera and he always manages to draw out great performances. All his films feel like a universe that I've never been in before.
This is a film about people who don't feel loved. They seek love from everything and anything that gives them attention, but they can't seem to maintain hold of anything tangible. The house starts out full, and then is lonely again at the end. Love is a stream, but it isn't continuous as much as we may want it to be. Love is dependent. A memorable sequence is the sequence with Sarah trying to make her family laugh. She does everything she can, but they don't budge. She interprets their restraint with desperation and backflips into the pool. A dream sequence, and there are a few here, and it works well. Outside of that, we have a lot of dialogue and some incoherent pontificating.
I prefer Faces, The Killing of a Chinese Bookie, and shadows. This film is one I don't need to see again.
This is a film about people who don't feel loved. They seek love from everything and anything that gives them attention, but they can't seem to maintain hold of anything tangible. The house starts out full, and then is lonely again at the end. Love is a stream, but it isn't continuous as much as we may want it to be. Love is dependent. A memorable sequence is the sequence with Sarah trying to make her family laugh. She does everything she can, but they don't budge. She interprets their restraint with desperation and backflips into the pool. A dream sequence, and there are a few here, and it works well. Outside of that, we have a lot of dialogue and some incoherent pontificating.
I prefer Faces, The Killing of a Chinese Bookie, and shadows. This film is one I don't need to see again.