I love when Cassavetes’ movies include that painting of him and Gena playing chess together, it’s just cute
Marriage life in the most pessimistic way possible but also in one of the most stressful and realistic ways, and the way they laugh so much when they’re drunk

I love when Cassavetes’ movies include that painting of him and Gena playing chess together, it’s just cute
Marriage life in the most pessimistic way possible but also in one of the most stressful and realistic ways, and the way they laugh so much when they’re drunk

Cassavetes just knows how to capture something that feels real. I will say I found the second half vastly more interesting as Lynn Carlin’s character I found much more interesting along with her surrounding cast but that isn’t an insult to both John Marley & Gena Rowlands who were also incredible in their roles.

Cassavetes just knows how to capture something that feels real. I will say I found the second half vastly more interesting as Lynn Carlin’s character I found much more interesting along with her surrounding cast but that isn’t an insult to both John Marley & Gena Rowlands who were also incredible in their roles.

Incredible performances all around, great camera work, and a really solid script that delivers an emotionally tough watch, but didn't quite do enough to keep me engaged throughout or really make me feel for the characters. Richard Forst isn't a complex or interesting character, he's just a selfish asshole and a terrible husband. The only decent man in this whole film is the 23 year old that Mrs. Forst hooks up with. He's a sweet kid, and I'm glad Maria got some good dick, but she definitely needs a grown man who, and Chettie isn't quite grown up yet. Unfortunately, despite the film's sympathies clearly being with the women, they're also not very well developed. Gena Rowlands' Jeannie is brilliantly performed and the emotional core of the film for the first half, but we don't get to see any of her interiority. Like everything else in this film, it's about the subtext, the performances, the Faces (I see what you did there Johnny), but it just doesn't quite achieve that depth that it's going for. It's still a great film, but I feel like this is Cassavetes just scratching the surface of what he's capable of

Incredible performances all around, great camera work, and a really solid script that delivers an emotionally tough watch, but didn't quite do enough to keep me engaged throughout or really make me feel for the characters. Richard Forst isn't a complex or interesting character, he's just a selfish asshole and a terrible husband. The only decent man in this whole film is the 23 year old that Mrs. Forst hooks up with. He's a sweet kid, and I'm glad Maria got some good dick, but she definitely needs a grown man who, and Chettie isn't quite grown up yet. Unfortunately, despite the film's sympathies clearly being with the women, they're also not very well developed. Gena Rowlands' Jeannie is brilliantly performed and the emotional core of the film for the first half, but we don't get to see any of her interiority. Like everything else in this film, it's about the subtext, the performances, the Faces (I see what you did there Johnny), but it just doesn't quite achieve that depth that it's going for. It's still a great film, but I feel like this is Cassavetes just scratching the surface of what he's capable of

I'm at a loss for words. My second Cassavetes film ever, and I feel as though my life has already changed. I feel like I was born yesterday, as if this was the first real movie in the world, and everything else was a lie. The acting is so astonishing that I can't imagine how this was shot other than the camera being held by literal ghosts or fruit flies. The soul of the art is unmatched—this is raw as it gets—the rest is imitation. On just the first viewing, Faces affected me deeply, and I feel like I will be rewatching this many times. I must've been starving myself of art all along.

I'm at a loss for words. My second Cassavetes film ever, and I feel as though my life has already changed. I feel like I was born yesterday, as if this was the first real movie in the world, and everything else was a lie. The acting is so astonishing that I can't imagine how this was shot other than the camera being held by literal ghosts or fruit flies. The soul of the art is unmatched—this is raw as it gets—the rest is imitation. On just the first viewing, Faces affected me deeply, and I feel like I will be rewatching this many times. I must've been starving myself of art all along.

gena rowlands call me from heaven pls

gena rowlands call me from heaven pls