Docteur T & les femmes

This film promises so much at the outset and ends up boiling down to much ado about nothing. Richard Gere is excellent as a Texan gynecologist who is just so suave his clients can't keep away from him. These are the least of his female problems though! His wife (Farrah Fawcett) has had a nervous breakdown and resorted to a childlike state, his sister (Laura Dern, who is by far the best performance in the film) has found the cure for her depression over her divorce is in the bottle, his one daughter (Tara Reid) is obsessed with conspiracy theories and his other daughter (Kate Hudson) is getting married in a week but seems more interested in her maid of honour (Liv Tyler) than her intended husband. Along comes Helen Hunt as a the golf club employee with the least complicated life who automatically appeals to him. Anne Rapp's script seems poised on pointing out the fact that men like Dr. T don't understand the women around them because they regard them so highly as women that they worship and not the people with whom they share a planet (at one point Gere delivers a line that says something along the lines of `All women are sacred in their own special way and should be treated as such…' not realizing that this is patronizing and probably why his wife gone insane and his daughters don't really know him), but she never lets the crux of this boil over well enough. Instead, director Robert Altman gives the film the worst ending in history that completely deviates from the entire tone of the film and serves only to enrage his audience. Shelley Long has a hilarious supporting role as Dr. T's secretary.

It's really a shame that such an all-star cast (Richard Gere, Helen Hunt, Farrah Fawcett, etc.) was wasted in this movie. It was muddled and plodding all the way through. I take it that the idea of a gynecologist whose life gets turned upside down by the various women in his life is supposed to be funny? If so, this failed miserably. There were a few chuckles in it, but fundamentally the problem was that this movie just plain lacked any consistent storyline. I found Richard Gere's character (Dr. Travis) entirely unsympathetic. Yeah, his wife was sick, and he must have been lonely, so he betrays his sick wife to fall into bed with Bree Davis (Helen Hunt). I just didn't like the guy from that point on, and found myself desperately rooting for the tornado at the end of the movie! In fact, none of the characters in this movie were particularly likeable.

The long and short of it is that I didn't care much for this effort. The idea had potential but just wasn't well thought out. I'll give it a 4/10, but reluctantly and while holding my nose.

Robert Altman is frustratingly inconsistent, and here is at his worst. His very personal style has three characteristics:

1. Many-threaded storylines and characters, many of which raise questions that are not answered in the play. When done well, you get the impression of moving through the world with a curious voyeurism, dipping into many lives which are intriguing enough to learn more about. Except for the youngest daughter, none of these women are worth digging more into. The misogynism could have been an advantage; here it is cheap.

2. Spontaneous acting. Altman doesn't tell his actors what to do, trusting them to bring something fresh. In the best case, the differing visions of the actors add to the manyhued effect described above. But you need powerful actors like he had in "Cookie's Fortune." These folks, some of whom are fine when given direction, simply can't synthesize.

3. Wonderful tracking shots (which move from character to character so enhance the two effects noted above). Check out the first shot in "The Player." That alone is worth the admission. Here, we have a busily choreographed shot at the beginning and a dizzy pullback at the end, but neither to any useful effect.

Avoid this film. The master was asleep.

... It doesn't so much 'depress' me that people don't like this film, as it does when I find out the REASONS people dislike it. I didn't even feel moved to comment until I realized the staggering lack of depth that's comprised in most people's criticisms here. I figured that I'd just watched a pleasant enough comedic trifle. Apparently not.

People, dislike this film by all means - it's hardly the best I've ever seen - but don't vilify it for the very qualities that were wholly intentional. I mean, how many of the 'naysayers' here have even the SLIGHTEST passing knowledge of Frank Capra???! There were odd moments here and there in this that struck me as being decidedly Capraesque...

Gere is PERFECT as the guy who - without arrogance - is convinced that he can be every woman's knight in shining armour... Trouble is, they don't NEED any 'convincing'! So, what exactly happens when you take a guy like this and show him a woman who is, by the best information available, completely self-sufficient? All I can say is: If this scenario even slightly intrigues you, then watch it and find out... !

I think the ending is very fitting, too... (e-mail or PM me for reasons if you disagree; as I don't wish to spoil too much for the good people that are yet to watch!) Rather 'Buddhist' - so surely appropriate for a man of Mr. Gere's persuasion... ?!

(7/10, or ***/***** in profile ratings system.)

Robert Altman's latest is not a frothy romantic comedy about a womanizer as the ads suggest. It is instead a deceptively simple, yet busy, multi-layered, character study of a Truffaut-like character (the Man who Loved Women) who has nearly become a martyr to the women that surround him.

Dr T. loves his wife too much, he's successful and looks like Richard Gere. He's remained faithful to the wife who has become more and more spoiled and selfish and now suffers from a fictional malady which causes her to regress to childhood behavior- which includes jumping into a fountain in a crowded mall, and stripping off all her clothes and giving up sex entirely because it's too naughty. One of his spoiled daughters is about to get married, and about to become a famous cheerleader, the other spoiled daughter works at the Dallas Conspiracy Museum fretting about mom, her sister and just about everything. There's a spoiled sister-in-law who's separated, drinks too much and has moved into his house with her three kids. And there's also dozens of rich, pampered Dallas society women he treats. You see, Dr. T is a gynecologist.

Dr. T. eventually explains that to him women are saints. When they go wrong or go bad it's a man's fault. He's about to learn a hard lesson, that his belief is a little bit lopsided, a little bit too much of a good thing. Nobody is perfect, not even women. And Men ... not even him, should ever be so presumptuous to believe they have the ultimate control.

Now there's some critics and writers who have apparently already decided the film is more than a little misogynistic. They need to watch the film a few more times. There are others that have decided the film is a lighter than latte foam. They also need to watch the film a few more times.

It's far from a perfect film, and it isn't an important film with a message or one that ends with a powerful emotional wallop that sucker punches you at it's conclusion.

No, this is a wonderfully written, masterfully directed, perfectly cast, brilliantly acted gem of a film. It's almost a modern screwball comedy, the way a Sturges may have delivered one, if he had been Altman.

I suspect there are several scenes the film critics are identifying or complaining about as being slightly off mark. For me there were two. And they were minor. One involves a scene in which a women patient is allowed to smoke. The smoking is over-exaggerated... like the women is actually an actresses pretending to smoke.. too quickly, too desperately. It's one of the few phony, overly deliberate scenes in the film. The other is when Dr. T is told a secret about his about to wed daughter Dee Dee, by his other daughter. It plays false, because the revelation should not throw his character for quite the loop it does, in quite the way it does.

The film quickly recovers from both of these brief stumbles however.

A casual film-goer might take a lot of what Altman does for granted. So permit me this obvious to many, explanation.

In real life, when we are in a crowded room we can hear several conversations at once, and tune in and out of the ones we want to over-hear. However, to duplicate this on film is quite a difficult technical feat. To wire the room properly for sound, to get everyone talking at the right volume, to get the mixing of volumes in post production and make sure all of the conversations can be heard, to decide how they are blended in and around one another, to create believable movement... well it's a remarkable achievement. Altman perfected this technique, and few do it as well or as successfully. Few create entire scenes that drip with layers of texture and detail like an Altman scene often can. Few give a feeling of depth to both foreground and background characters within the same scene. Few give so many actors a moment here and a moment there to react or do just the right thing. Few let us glimpse at both sides of a situation the way Altman lets us. It can be confusing, and it isn't necessary to the plot of the film. It just adds a layer of authenticity to every shot. Minor characters and extras may have a bit of business which is so perfectly done, such a rightly captured human moment it makes us smile with its truth.

The danger of course is by making sure to get so many details right, it forces us to closely inspect every other detail of the film. Sometimes some details aren't right. Sometimes some details ring false, or are missed or passed over.

We forgive Altman for these things in many of his films, because the stumbles are going to happen when you push so hard, to be so precise, yet remain loose enough to give your actors the room they need to act, to improvise, to find their moments. When you trust people, be they art directors or actors, not all their decisions are going to be good ones. But you let them make their mistakes. You let them have their moments, good, and not so good. You hope the not so good moments give the film a shaggy dog feel. It's imperfections transform into making the film oh so much more precious and endearing because it isn't perfect.

Altman paints as he goes. It's a technique that is like a high wire artist in a circus working without a net. Altman has fallen many times in the past. But he's lived through his falls.

And now with Dr T and the Women he dazzles us with a lifetime of his experience behind the camera, constructing scenes, working with actors, and proves himself a master. He's taken for granted these days and when his films are less than they should be, critics will take to calling him a traffic manager, yet when it does work the way it's supposed to-- few call him a genius.

He's not really a genius.... He's Altman. He's been doing things the way he pleases for nearly 40 years now. Ever since he refused to direct his third Alfred Hitchcock Presents episode in the 60's and got himself fired. Ever since he followed his smash hit Mash, with the quirky and bizarre Brewster McCloud. Ever since he directed such brilliant films as McCabe and Mrs. Miller, The Long Goodbye, Thieves Like Us, and of course Nashville. He falls right on his face with things like Quintet and Beyond Therapy. He can direct a disappointment like Popeye and then turn his back completely on Hollywood and the studios for nearly ten years to concentrate on directing little known and quirky plays like Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean, Streamers, and Secret Honor.

This is the guy capable of directing one of the greatest political satires ever made -- Tanner ‘88 (For HBO) and then make a triumphant critical return to Hollywood with The Player, follow that up with the masterpiece Short Cuts only to let nearly everyone down with Ready to Wear and Kansas City. He then got another studio system project to direct and fought with studio executives over his final cut of The Gingerbread Man. The film was not thought of as a success.

Then there was Cookie's Fortune, a fine quirky little ensemble piece and now a bigger quirker ensemble piece; Dr T and the Women.

Altman is a film-maker who continues to do things exactly as he pleases. Even at 75, he's making controversial films which will inspire film-makers to reach beyond formulas and focus groups and create something which defies labels and perhaps even genres. They are also tough films to market to an audience.

Just look at what he does at the end of Dr. T and the Women. He could have chosen to let the film wind down, but instead he takes a giant leap and I believe scores a huge victory for doing so.

Altman is the undisputed master of creating moments that will frustrate some, exhilarate others but ultimately be precisely the type of ending the material demanded all along.

The last line of the film ties into the film in a surprising, spiritual manner that couldn't be more perfect, couldn't be more simple and yet is an extreme risk which I suspect many critics will consider it a flaw. Some may even read it incorrectly.

Not everyone is going to like or even accept what Altman does. But if you have been paying attention to the film, I trust you will respect what he does.

Altman has not stunt casted, or forced any of his actors to stretch beyond what they are capable of. Even Helen Hunt who I find to be an appealing but extremely limited actress , turns in a performance that uses her few strengths so well, you don't notice her weaknesses.

Richard Gere has never been better, and probably never will be this good again.

Dr. T & The Women is a quirky character study of a man who believes he understands women better than he understands himself. He discovers he doesn't understand himself very well at all and consequently doesn't know women all that well either.

There are several witty, satirical, clever and funny observations being made about a great many things in the film, but there are also some keenly made ones that speak directly to the heart and soul of the human psyche. It's here the film becomes much more than the humorous exercise it's pretending to be most of the time. It is here that subsequent viewings will reveal there is a lot more going on in the film than you might have originally believed.

Altman has delivered not a little truffle of a film here, but a richly, layered masterpiece to be savored and enjoyed over and over again.

Don't miss it.