Robert Altman’s 3 Women begins normally—it follows the flirtatious Millie, the childlike Pinky, and the silent Willie, all of whom seem to represent different phases of womanhood. Their interactions are mundane but relatable, but then the film takes a turn for the surreal. Mysterious people show up. Personalities are exchanged. Questions are never resolved. As in a dream, the lack of logic in 3 Women makes sense: you follow the women and the strange things happening around them because it feels imperative and significant. This is the kind of film that will inspire endless debate and discussions once the credits roll in. Alternatively, it could leave you stunned, already trying to remember what just happened as if you’ve just woken up.

The film's impressionistic murals and gorgeous pastel colors. What a vision.