Finally, a film that answers the question, What the hell happened to Debra Winger? After a seven-year absence from movies, she produced and costars in husband Howard’s frustratingly opaque directorial debut. The Full Metal Jacket veteran casts himself as a wildly unsuccessful Southern writer yearning to reconnect with his ex-wife (Winger). Visually striking and potently acted, Love refuses to make sense, careening between surrealism and impressionism. Still, it’s hard to hate a drama that gives plum roles to too-little-seen actors like Paul Le Mat (Melvin and Howard) and Angie Dickinson, who steals her every scene as Howard’s big, bad mama.