“…Ordinary Peepholes?”

Ordinary People – I’m not going to say much about this film except for the following: The film plays just as banal as the empty conversations of the upper-middle-class soiree guests that it deplores. It’s very much a continuation of Stanley Kramer’s cardboard cutout psychology and ethics (Pressure Point, The Defiant Ones) and makes me wish that Cassavetes had not only pushed Kramer against the wall but knocked out a few of his teeth. Why did I revisit this film? That won’t be disclosed at this time.