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Director: Robert Altman
Screenplay: Robert Altman
Cast: Shelley Duvall as Mildred "Millie" Lammoreaux, Sissy
Spacek as Mildred "Pinky" Rose, Janice Rule as Willie Hart, Robert
Fortier as Edgar Hart, Ruth Nelson as Mrs. Rose, John Cromwell as Mr. Rose, Sierra
Pecheur as Ms. Bunweil
In a period of great stress, his
wife going through a major illness and in a hard period of his own career, Robert Altman had a dream. His dream,
produced by 20th Century Fox, would be set in the desert community of Palm
Springs, California, all within a world isolated by vast dusty desert road
coloured pronominally yellow with the additional boldness of mid seventies
decor, where an apartment block can have purple sage railings and a character
befittingly nicknamed Pinky (Sissy Spacek)
weats bold pink.
Pinky is a new employee at a health
spa for the elderly, who is at times incredibly childish or frankly alien,
attaching herself to Millie (Shelley Duvall),
a waif-like figure who at first seems to be a popular sociable figure until you
realise she is a figure who talks constantly in a world of her own with no one
else listening, an incredibly isolated figure not particularly liked who gains
most of her knowledge of the world from magazines. Theirs is a curious
relationship, but as is their world. A place of a languid melancholy, Altman shoots the film in a hazy state
as Millie becomes aware of her disconnect whilst Pinky is visibly stealing
pieces of her personality, even if it is by accident due to an incident at the
apartment complex pool.
The title references three women
mind, the third Willie Hart (Janice Rule),
the pregnant wife of aging former stunt man Edgar (Robert Fortier), a buffoonish cad who, operating at Dodge City, a
bar that looks like an old b-movie western set with an abandoned mini-golf
course and everyone firing guns at a range at the back, is secretly having an
affair with Millie and is eyeing up Pinky as well. Willie's one form of
communication, the character only speaking at the ending, is peculiar
mythological and sexual murals of female and male humanoids that, like the
swimming pools, are the most reoccurring motifs onscreen.
3 Women's world is a curious one, stately and utterly banal but
weirder as a result. Here is ordinary life, where Millie is obsessed with all
the cooking recipes she finds in magazines than anything profound, store bought
consumer food like squirty cheese a third reoccurring symbol of the film, all
whilst Pinky is a literal chameleon in how she can change, from blowing bubbles
in her drink to becoming a tempestuous glamorous figure as she becomes. The central
figures, Duvall and Spacek are (not surprisingly) incredible
in the film. The exact nature of the film, knowing Altman originally dreamt it and the final work is a creation of
multiple sources, author Patricia Resnick and a lot of improvisation from the
central actresses themselves, is subjective to an extreme in the sense that the
film really does not play out as anything but a very subdued character piece
for its length, scrutinising these figures, alongside characters like Willie
and Edgar, through the contemplative nature that was Altman's specialty.
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David Lynch has possibly seen the film, which is something I can make a promise on, noticeable when Pinky's parents are meet, two exceptionally old people whose flat pronunciations on bland things, like a sign for the kitchen they get her as a gift whilst she is in a coma, feels like a prototype for the state of perverse normalcy that Lynch tapped into. Noticeably it's to question whether they are even her parents; as with everything else in the film, entirely subjective, even if it feels part of the habit of Pinky's to try to reject her past life, a Mildred to match Duvall's Mildred who also prefers a nickname, there's a deliberate obfuscation of what it of truth without ever becoming un-natural in tone.
Ultimately a great deal of the
film, barring one nightmare sequence, is entirely grounded in a reality that
has been made abstract the moment one of Pinky's new co-workers is revealed to
be one of two female twins, as much done to deliberately catch the viewer off
guard at the beginning of the film as her. Unlike Images (1972), another of the Altman
productions which was more overtly surreal in as a psychological horror, the
mannered tone at hand in 3 Women is
even stranger.
The sense of dream logic is from
how the film, as well as with mind to Altman's
trademarks in improvisation and grounded characterisation, never follows the
plot outline I've suggested as to where you'd expect it. What happens to Pinky
and Millie is not what you expect, instead the titular three women morphing
completely. It's a curious experience, also a wonderful one, a distillation of
American drama slowed down enough to be truly weird. Even the abstract score,
by Bodhi Wind, has a calmed quality
of disruption based on woodwind instruments, a quiet dissonant quality
appropriate for the content.
Abstract Spectrum: Abstract/Psychodrama
Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): Medium
Personal Opinion:
Something very different because
of how, on the surface, 3 Women
follows known of the conventional trademarks of an "abstract" film;
instead it finds that, when the drama is hovering over a plot which is vague,
where the characters seem to shift into one another, and even without its
origins from an actual dream, a sense that the film is entirely inside its
protagonists' head (or an outside figure's dreaming all this for us) without
telegraphing it is just as strange to witness. Its argubly sad that, in his
prolific career, Robert Altman didn't
make many films like this in his career; thankfully, there are at least a few
that, whilst not necessarily going to be like 3 Women, are all potentially weird in their own right.
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