"An awkward young teen working at a spa becomes overly attached to her fellow worker, a lonely outcast. They hang out at a bar owned by a strange pregnant artist and her has-been cowboy husband. Amid emotional crises, the three women steal and trade one another’s personalities." - Do they? Do they though? With less than ten minutes remaining the 3rd of these 3 women gets her first line. And some of those minutes was credits. Now a poorly written logline is unlikely to be the fault of the movie itself, but it does kind of make me question why the movie's even called 3 Women. Decent chance I'm just not bright enough to understand it, let alone the movie itself for that matter, but I can only bring you a review from how I experienced it, and from that perspective I can say: It's alright. A lot of the style choices did aggravate me, most notably the music (I've suffered through much worse for far less with this subject, but it was still a negative to me). But the two lead performances are what the movie is predominantly hinged on, and both are pretty good. Not incredible, but pretty good. I know not adoring this puts me in the minority, but I feel like a lot of people nowadays tend to overvalue a film for no other reason than the fact that it was made before... like... 1987. That's never been a factor for me, and 3 Women honestly didn't do a lot for me. Final rating:★★½ - Had a lot that appealed to me, didn’t quite work as a whole.