She works in a museum and he works as a car-parking attendant and the film charts their hit and miss relationships, with each other and with other people. It is also largely improvised which gives it the feeling of life being lived in front of our eyes rather than simply being played out but these are people you definitely wouldn't want to know or maybe they aren't people at all but just extentions of Cassavetes' off-the-wall imagination.
It is magnificently acted by Cassavetes' repertory company of friends
and family though at times it feels more like a series of classes at the
Actor's Studio. Gena Rowlands is Minnie and Seymour Cassell is
Moskowitz and they are superb as you would expect as indeed are everyone
else, particularly Val Avery and Timothy Carey as men having meltdowns
in restaurants and an uncredited Cassavetes as an unfaithful husband,
while the cinematography of the three credited cinematographers, (Alric
Edens, Michael Margulies and Arthur J. Ornitz), gives the film the
documentary-like look the director obviously intended. This is
independent cinema at its purest and most unrefined; scary, moving,
rarely romantic. Just don't call it a comedy.
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