dir. Robert Altman
Dr. T (Richard Gere) is a gynaecologist. Half his patients and staff are obsessed with him, because apparently some of these women find a medical vaginal examination a real turn-on. Meanwhile, Dr. T’s wife is suffering a state of childhood regression because people have loved her too much, or something. Dr. T therefore must run into the arms of golf instructor Bree (Helen Hunt) – but her independence and reasonableness send Dr. T running, laughing maniacally, into a tornado which has torn through his lesbian daughter’s shame wedding. At this point it’s somewhat fair to believe it’s all meant to be some kind of knowing parody, but what it’s a parody of is not at all clear. Nothing in this film is coherent, or compelling. Often it feels like some sort of bizarre hallucination; interweaving scenes cut rapidly back and forth, usually with next-to-nothing to do with each other, causing a strange psychological whiplash. This is only intensified during the countless, countless scenes which are just groups of women all talking over each other. It’s almost as though the moral of Dr. T & the Women is that women should just shut up – but this is advice the movie itself would be far better off heeding.
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