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3 WOMEN
3 Women - literally dreamed up by Robert Altman as his wife lay in a hospital extremely
sick - is the epitome of an art film. While it could be argued that most of the director’s work falls
under that term, this 1977 film all but proclaims itself an example of such by actually featuring
mural paintings as a visual motif. Emblematic of the “New Hollywood” period in the late 1960s
and ‘70s, when auteur-driven films with deeply philosophical ideas were successfully produced,
3 Women is distinct from the techniques and style of Altman’s most well-known
movies.
It is devoid of his signature jittery hand-held camera movements and satiric slant. In spite of some
identifiably Altmanesque touches (such as a detached, razor-sharp attention to detail, including
close-ups on seemingly irrelevant minutiae; often hilarious character dialogue that, if not
overlapping, is heard clearly off-screen; and subtle performances in support of a
vaguely-articulated meaning), the movie is not ambiguous in the manner usually associated with
the filmmaker. Instead of a great number of possible explanations for events that occur as the plot
unfolds, 3 Women is enigmatic, with a sense of there being only one specific reason for
what happens, which is, coincidentally, impenetrable. The story becomes nonsensical, with an
explicit hallucinatory quality toward the end.
The coherent part of the narrative relates how Pinky (Spacek, depicting a flirty knowingness even
when her character is supposedly naïve) begins work at a California retirement spa, bonding with
Millie (Duvall, using her voice and conversational tone to great annoyance). Another orderly,
Millie is seemingly unaware that everyone - including the viewer, since Millie’s need for
attention is insufferably voracious - dislikes her. Everyone except Pinky, who - just as lonely as
her friend - becomes obsessed with her, gradually adopting Millie’s identity. This process speeds
up when the women become roommates at an apartment complex owned by a couple, Edgar
(Robert Fortier) and the third woman of the film’s title, Willie, a painter (an underwritten
estranged witch-type character played by Rule). Her murals depict huge phalluses and sexual
triangles, providing visual commentary on the movie’s sexual developments.
Despite some remarkable elements, the film does not add up to much, perhaps constituting
Altman’s impressionistic rendering of his feelings of abandonment when faced with his wife’s
mortality. Its influences (such as 1966’s Persona) are evident, and its impact (2001’s
Mulholland Dr., and even 1999’s The Sixth Sense) is appreciable.
DVD Extras: The included ads for the film are notable, if only to see how a major studio
went about attempting to market such a blatantly noncommercial film (in a word: badly). The
major bonus, is, of course, Altman’s commentary track, on which he explains how in his dream
that inspired this film, he only dreamed the title and that it would star Duvall and Spacek.
Conceding it only gets more confusing as it goes along, he likens the film’s intended effect to
that of a painting – citing its color design of yellows and pinks, which affect its mood. Altman
also discusses Busby’s atonal music score as having that same mood-setting aspect without
determining viewers’ reactions completely, describing the music as vaguely disorienting and
unsettling.
Also fascinating is his metaphorical explication of the film as his concept of “the last male” - a kind of primitive fear that, since women seem to conspire against
men behind their backs (as well as against each other), they will therefore invariably try to get rid
of man, believing they are better off without him but actually, in effect, putting an end to
civilization. This take on the film is almost self-evident when one considers the ending, but easy
to overlook on an initial viewing, and not helped by the fact that most of the criticism describes
the movie as “feminist.” Altman - perhaps unwittingly - positions it within a whole other
framework, with an explanation that forces questions as to his subconscious reasons for making
the film in the way he did.
Additionally, some of the filmmaker’s apparently off-the-cuff remarks are hysterical, such as
when he compares Millie’s do-anything-to-fit-in nature to the characteristics of a Republican.
Furthermore, Altman’s contention that films are ruined by too much acting - while undoubtedly
deadly serious - just comes off as funny. Toward the end of the film, Altman comments on a
specific plot point, suggesting that if it had been different, the film would have made no sense, to
which the viewer might want to respond: “Is he kidding?” Reymond Levy
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