I finished 3 Women in a state of shock. It’s a film that unfolds like a dream you only realize you had once you’ve already woken up. The relationship between Millie and Pinky felt like a dance between two deep psychological disorders — Millie, all performative, desperately trying to fit into a world that ignores her existence; and Pinky, an emotional sponge, obsessive, shape-shifting, almost lacking a core identity. At times, I thought one might be a figment of the other
