Austin Film Society’s summerlong series highlighting women in Seventies cinema ends on a high note with this zeitgeist-capturing hit about a wife and mother whose world is upturned when her husband leaves her for a younger woman. Like all of Paul Mazursky’s messy, thoughtful comedies, this one’s dated for sure – see: the feathered hair, the psychoanalysis, Bill Conti’s saxy score – which only adds to its charm. Jill Clayburgh delivers a playful, beautifully rounded performance as the titular woman (and got an Oscar nom for it); Alan Bates plays the bearded artist she kisses after a lot of frogs. That Mazursky skips the fairy-tale ending only makes it more interesting. – Kimberley Jones
Aug. 26 & 30
