_hungry wives_ is sorely underrated by all viewers, and commentators here. no, it doesn't come close to equaling the indelible onslaught that is _night of the living dead_ -- nothing else in romero's oeuvre does, after all, not even _dawn_ -- but as a document from its time, it's a strange balance between the films which precede it (this is not, despite what some here have suggested, romero's second film -- it's his fourth!), viz. _there's always vanilla_ and _the crazies_.
strangely calm, and maybe low-key to a fault, this examination of an alienated housewife's numbing existence and slow infatuation with witchcraft is very much a part of the "personal films" movement of its era, and suggesting a glancing similarity to cassavettes is not unfounded. the first-generation feminism is certainly heavy-handed at this point, but the careful eye for detail that distinguishes all of romero's work, his compassion for his protagonist's melancholy (call it western pennsylvania social realism) and the ambivalent tone, notably at the end (not the "surprise ending," but what follows it), give this film as uneasy balance between horror and domestic drama. definitely worth seeing, and with as few expectations as possible. 7/10
