just when you think you’re starting to understand these women, they morph into something else entirely. they’re dream-like, ethereal, intangible, as if viewed through an opaque silk screen, a forcefield preventing us from fully connecting. meanwhile, the atmosphere is a brilliant, melancholic fog of pastel blues and pinks — a comfortably warm sauna that one enters to bask in, to succumb to, not to overanalyze and stew in. leave it to altman to successfully pull off a cotton candy-colored feature-length homage to persona!