Here’s the deal: this is big mood cinema. Alan Rudolph took every nook & cranny of the very notion of longing & sculpted it all into this mouthwatering flow of sight & sound. This is a dim-lit late night sexy saxophone solo, all breathy & lingering, but a movie. This is a perplexing reimagining of all romance movies. It’s too clothed to be erotic & too psychotic to be a sweep-me-away & too loving to be a thriller & too funny for its own good & too focused…

“He left you?”
”I’m not sure who he left. I don’t know where I was for 20 years.”

A natural joy of unpretentious filmmaking! Holly Hunter is a middle-aged woman in the midst of a divorce from a man who had been lying to her for fifteen years. She takes the opportunity of this newfound loneliness to reclaim her own life & figure out who she was beyond just a doctor’s wife. His wealth separated her from her hometown friends & all…

I grew up amongst poor white trash. My family was a step removed. We were more of the back-to-basics homesteader variety. Though there were some suburban years in the middle, I was raised on the earth. My mom, thank god, is once again a homesteader, just as she so desperately wanted for about 10 or 15 unhappy years. She’s got a greenhouse & a large garden & an indoor operation to carefully grow strong plants from seeds. Her basement is full of…