Carrie Snodgrass is properly restrained as the repressed and anguished Tina Balser in Frank Perry‘s Diary of a Mad Housewife (1970), adapted from a novel by Sue Kaufman. Richard Benjamin is exactly right as her nagging, self-serving husband and Frank Langella does a “natural” job as the arrogant writer Tina accepts as a lover. The movie deplores the depersonalizing of women by men and is rather cynical about the shallowness of human beings.

Diary is a bit too brazen, a bit daring in a bad way. The sins of the men are laid on thick, and people’s insipidness never ends. Though Snodgrass is interesting and has a fine voice, she doesn’t look good in the nude. None of this wrecks the movie, though, notwithstanding I liked Perry’s Doc and probably Last Summer (I need to see it again) better.