Un des plus beaux films sur l'amitié au masculin et une des oeuvres majeures de Cassavetes où comme d'habitude, le rire le dispute aux larmes. Poignant et désespérément juste grâce en particulier à un éblouissant trio d'acteurs, même si pour notre part notre préférence se place ailleurs... www.cinefiches.com
"Faces" had underlying sexual frustration driving its characters the whole way. This one never truly gets past unknown friend's death and still living mother in law apparently? And you can only go so far storytelling with hysterical mumbling and out of place reactions.
When a beloved person passes away, you may question heaven & earth: faith-life-relationship-job, things you have done & things you haven’t done. For everyone it's different. In “Husbands“ these 'how-to-deal-matters' are touched: alcohol, basketball, to swim, to sing, escaping to London, women. But it comes too short & superficially. More dialogues which show the feelings inside would have made it much better for me.
This was the first Cassavetes' film I have ever watched. And it was one of the worse films I've seen. Self-indulgent, pretentious, and full of annoying characters, rambling incoherent meaningless nonsense at each other. The scenes were also over-long, and the concept behind the film was handled very messily. I hope his other films are better.
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?