Perhaps indicative of the male braggadocio from a previous era, the 'millennial' often subverts the alpha stereotype. Contemporary pansexual gender transcendence jars against the previous late 60s/early 70s masculine norms. Whether Cassavetes was acerbically deconstructing the rotten nature of aggressive masculinity or endorsed aspects of misogyny, I have yet to deduce. If so, can a genius also be a bigot?
Like Faces, it's often difficult to sit through and suffocatingly uncomfortable. But once again, it fits the subject matter. His films are always about the barriers between people and connecting with each other; in Faces, it's jealousy, and here it's the macho male complex. Challenging but ultimately an important piece of work.
I acknowledge this isn't his best film but it is my favorite for whatever reason. I know the critics prefer "A Woman Under the Influence" & the hipsters prefer "Killing of a Chinese Bookie" but this one is mine. This has to be the best "Mid-life crisis movie" ever. I'm nothing like either of these 3 guys nor am I as old as they are or approve of their choices but I relate on some level.
Right after the viewing I honestly didn't think too much of it... But as time passed it lingered in the deepest darkest parts of my subconscious AND IT WOULDN'T LET GO. Again, John Cassavetes finds incredible and even scary sides of the American dream.
Husbands is a searingly confrontational film made by John Cassavetes. About a trio of male friends who mourn their friends' death, the film depicts their 'shenanigans' and attempts to mourn, or forget, during their time together. Husbands stars Cassavetes himself, Peter Falk, and Ben Gazzara as the 3 friends & the film makes no qualms depicting the three characters they play without glamor or with sweetness. [cont.]
3 1/2 out of 5 stars. Husbands requires just as much patience from and challenges its viewer as much as any other Cassavetes movie, but just like any other of his work, you're glad you went through it by the time you get to the other side. Some scenes are rough (that bar scene with the singing) and others are equally rewarding (Harry at home as well as the final scene.) I liked it despite the lack of Gena Rowlands.
A very masculine story by Cassavetes. First I felt it was too theatrical, too Cassavetes...then suddenly I felt it was great before it dissappointed a little towards the end. On a side note, it's not really always raining in London, it's a myth.