Jack’s Wife ★★★★☆

One of these days you’re going to find yourself lying there with some jackass between your legs.

There’s so many little things in how this film is shot and edited that I like. Joan’s nightmares are reminiscent of Barbara’s arrival in the house in Night of the Living Dead. The dreamlike lack of sound except for the odd, emphatic Foley as she stamps around in a panic, appropriately here repurposed for actual dreams. Romero’s sudden scene transitions, exaggerated in the cinematic cut, give a feeling of Joan’s life hurting forward at rapid speed. Of time slipping through her fingers as she watches herself becoming old, trapped in suburban hell, which then slow down as she turns to witchcraft to gain more control over her life. The lingering, dread-filled shots of the mirror with no reflection in it. Even just the shot of the credit card being handed over in the Season of the Witch segment goes kind of hard for me.