Kinda nuts, even by Cassavetes’ standards. The closest thing he’s done to a comedy, Gena Rowlands and Seymour Cassell roam the streets of New York and then LA engaging in various permutations of Bad Love. They meet cute (sorta) and scream at each other and then get married. Somehow it works. Like all of Cassavetes’ films the scenes are completely unpredictable and the behavior, while admittedly strange, is very real. Good stuff.