Featuring a beautifully balanced performance of vulnerability and strength by Jill Clayburgh, Paul Mazursky's An Unmarried Woman is a highly relatable - at least for me - examination of a post-divorce identity crisis, in which its lead protagonist finds herself stunned when her husband of over a decade reveals out of seemingly nowhere that he is leaving her for someone else. I say highly relatable in that it captures the ennui associated with any transformative event in one's life, exhibiting the uncertainty and fear associated with forging a new path, which can feel extremely insurmountable in the short-term temporal spaces which our consciousness tends to inhabit - once again, very relatable. An extremely New York film in all the right ways, some of the best attributes of An Unmarried Woman are displayed in the colloquies between girlfriends, illustrating the support system needed by any individual with frankness and earnestly that feels vibrant yet full of differentiation. Life is long yet moments of emotional trauma feel endless.
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