Let's Be Altman's 3 WOMEN, Starring DL Fave Shelley Duvall

I'm the fake boulder.

I'm the twins, blissfully unaware we're being shadowed by Pinky.

I'm the pudding cups.

I'm the the store-bought individual shrimp cocktails.

I'm the empty pool.

I’m the Bodhi Wind paintings

I’m the twin beds and yellow decor

I'm the Purple Sage Apartments.

I'm the undisguised contempt the fellow apartment tenants have toward Millie.

I'm a mud bath.

I’m Janice Rule’s inscrutable hard stare.

I'm the libido of Pinky's aged parents. I'm still here, bitches!

I'm that hag that spits water and laughs.

I’m the barbecue chicken melts.

I'm the bullet holes in those paintings.

I'm Ms. Bunwell. I love keeping Millie late on Friday when Pinky punches the wrong time card.

I'm the dress stuck in the car door.

I’m Edgar. My aesthetic is Jim Jones-esque

I’m Millie’s Pinto.

I'm the $55/month rent. I'm unbelievable!

I'm the teepee.

I hope I'm not pregnant.

I'm the cigarettes.

I'm the EZ Cheese on the Ritz crackers served as hors d'oeuvres for the dinner parties Millie is famous for.

I'm the rollaway bed.

"What is this, the third degree?"

I'm a mug of beer.

I’m the swan dive into the pool

I'm the stillborn baby.

I’m the coma

I'm Pinky's unsettling laughter.

I'm Dirty Gertie's unsettling laughter.

I'm the hidden diary key.

I’m Pinky’s panties that she washes with an unsettling look on her face.

I'm the pointed hood on Millie's poolside outfit.

I’m the doctors who think Millie is one strange bitch when she tries to cozy up to us at lunch.

I’m Millie trying to nonchalantly wander down to the pool to join my neighbors.

I'm the pill. Pinky takes me sometimes.

I’m the elderly hot tub water

I'm the spray on cheese from a can.

I'm Sissy Spacek's one pair of underpants that she washes each night and hangs out to dry.

I'm the time clock that the workers have to punch in and out of when they start and finish work.

I'm the Purple Sage Apartments.

I’m Millie’s neighbors. We all love Millie so much and invite her to all our courtyard gatherings. She’s usually too busy to attend though.

I'm the verbal diarrhea coming out of Shelley Duvall's mouth.

I'm the Brownie Sundae.

I'm the walker in the pool.

I’m Millie coming home drunk with somebody’s husband.

I'm the chocolate chip pancakes

I'm the banana split

I'm Barbara Hernandez

I'm the box of Kellogg's Frosted Flakes next to the vibrator

I’m the hyper-affected, outdoor staircase, grand entrance to the pool deck

I'm Pinky's bad dream after which Millie compassionately responds by sharing her bed.

I’m Quitman, TX, Pinky’s home town and also Sissy Spacek’s hometown.

I'm the old fuckers in the pool looking like death's door.

I'm the Heinz 57

I'm The Hersey's Syrup

I'm the Jesus

I'm the dog in the street

I'm the vanilla milk shake!

I am Jessica Lange

I am the skunk in the woods

I am Shah- mazing

I'm the little fish tank.

I"m the memories of Texas.

I am the serpentine humanoids painted by Willie on the pool wall.

I'm the two piece very bright pink fashion disaster that Sissy Spacek wears in one scene.

I'm Sissy Spacek's plaits.

I’m women lying around at perpendicular angles to each other.

I'm symmetry of the dinner party table that's about to be ruined.

I'm the 9 billion people who have never seen this movie.

I'm Geraldine Chaplin asking why can't it be 4 Women?

I'm the mural's penis

I'm the dirt bikes.

Let's Be- B ALTMAN & CO

I'm Sissy following up Carrie with arthouse projects.

I'm the cigarettes.

I'm Mildred.

I’m tickle pink and lemon satin wines.

I’m all the pot Altman was smoking when he came up with the movie.

R78 Fuck you, I'm the cigarettes!

I'm Mary Haines!

I’m the SPOILER alert: the “three” women are all the same women at different stages of life

This thread inspired me to watch it again...and Shelley Duvall and Sissy Spacek were so good!

Where did you find a copy of it?

It's on Criterion or Amazon...

R86, you can cobble it together on youtube, but many clips contain a critical analysis that parrots everything said here.

After checking out the "Horror films you had to stop watching" thread, I've decided 3 Women is a horror film in disguise.

Saw it again tonight at the New Beverly in LA.

I'm the milk in the bathroom.

I'm the copy of the film that is presently downloading on Piratebay.

I'm the pigs in a blanket and chocolate puddin' tarts. But no tomatoes! They call 'em love apples but I don't love 'em.

I'm the sewing machine Pinky sits on the floor to use. Such a beautiful homemade dress we create!

I'm the 1970s, when a weird, beautiful masterpiece like this could get made.

I'm Shelley's face. I carried this entire movie.

I'm the halting, uncertain line delivery by Shelley.

I'm this excellent description of the film in Artforum on the occasion of the Robert Altman retrospective at MoMA in 2014...

I'm Hugh O'Brien's "stunt double"

I'm Ben Gazzara's big hairy cock. I was in and out of Janice Rule in 1977.

I’m the doctors in the hospital across the street wondering why the fuck this chatty bitch comes here to eat.

I'm Star Wars, which everybody saw instead.

I'm the five minutes of this movie that I could stand to watch.

I'm Millie brushing her hair with a toothbrush.

I'm the heartbreaking moments of fragility and tenderness sprinkled in between the tragedy and abuse.

I'm Pinky saying "Well aren't you the lucky one," in a hard cold way, while pointing a gun. I think I'm remembering this correctly.

I'm Millie saying to Pinky...

"This is my parking space. It's the best one!"