Salud

As an Altman fan, I'd sought out this movie for years, thinking that with such a great cast, it would have to be at least marginally brilliant.

Big mistake.

This is one of Altman's big-cast mishmashes, thrown together haphazardly and improvisationally (or so it feels) with the hope that it would all come together in the editing room. It doesn't.

As Maltin points out, this turkey is notable only for the debut performance of Alfre Woodard, who outshines the vets all around her. But other than that, avoid at all costs. (Which is pretty easy to do -- it's never been released on video -- to my knowledge -- and its cable appearances have the frequency of Halley's Comet.)

When Altman made "Health" his career was sinking fast. Hollywood had discovered the summer special effects blockbuster and had no further need of 70's temperamental, erratic, auteurs like Altman or Bogdanovich or Cimino or Coppola. And considering that they were producing stuff like "One From the Heart", "Heaven's Gate", "Quintet", and "At Long Last Love" who can blame them.

The New York Times reviewer, maybe it was Judith Crist, was trying real, real hard to like this movie. She honestly acknowledged that she did not want Altman to go the way of Orson Welles or Erich von Stroheim and knew that his career could not survive more flops. Altman had made one flop after another since "Nashville" (then again his critically praised overlapping dialogue technique confused and alienated audiences so he had never been much of a moneymaker, just a critical darling. Now the critics were abandoning him.). The reviewer desperately wanted this film to be good enough to save Altman's career.

It wasn't anywhere close.

RIP Glenda Jackson, first of all. Secondly, when the yellow-overall HealtH singers say "Welcome to HealtH" it sounds like "Hell." So it goes. Third, I'd like that Monte Cristo, thanks.

A decidedly minor work in a run Altman had in the 1970s (into 1980) that stands alone in all of American Cinema for comedic and dramatic chutzpah and innovation in holding no quarter for stylistic convention or even typical taste; it just doesn't add up to a whole lot, mostly as you dont care much about what the Garner and Burnett characters had together, and while I would never use the "this was a Dress Rehearsal for that" with Altman because he just didn't work that way he would have sharper knives out (and more empathy) with a similar ruthless political satire later in the 1980s with Tanner 88 - there's even an "Exercise Your Right to Vote" bit - albeit Lauren Bacall and her knowing-ballyhoo book-to-product line was amusing in its cynical snark.

But within enough individual scenes, and for as thin as their characters are Burnett and Garner bring a lot and my goodness Jackson (the latter's dialog 90% taken from Adlai Stevenson speeches), I found myself laughing a lot, consistently, simply because I knew the actors knew what they were saying in the moment, absurdity and Carlin-esque understanding of "its all BS, folks, and it's bad for ya" in toyal. It's a true Oddity in American motion pictures, so weird that I imagine the studio decided not to release it long before in the runtime that Henry Gibson showed up in drag (how did he not wind up on the Golden Girls?).

And, yeah, Alfred Woodard, disarmingly hilarious because shes so straightfoward with Dick Cavett talking to her, has the right attitude, which is her politely saying: you white mothers are crazy.

This is all to say, what I would've given to share a bong with Bob.

Having only seen two of his pictures previously, I've come to terms with Altman. Before, though, I always labeled his style of film-making "boring." You just have to be in the right mind to appreciate his crazy genius.

"HealtH" is fairly underrated, and very questionably out of print. In fact, I don't think it's ever even been issued to VHS. Why is that? When all of these crappy films get DVD releases daily, this one is left behind for no good reason? Honestly, I had no real problems with this film. It was, for the most part, consistently amusing and funny. Almost all of the scenes are mysteriously interesting for some reason, be it the wonderful dialogue or the subtle performances. There is real skill here.

And Paul Dooley's stint on the bottom of the pool halfway through is fascinating.

If you can, try to find a copy of this forgotten little gem. It's not perfect, but it's much better than most of the sludge out there getting DVD releases. Hell, I'd be happy with a nice VHS copy of this thing.

It's often on the Fox Movie Channel, though, so look out for it.

As disjointed as it is, HEALTH is still light years more clever than a lot of movies that get wide release so it's a real head scratcher why it sat on the shelf for so long...and is pretty much forgotten now. Assembling his standard large cast, director Robert Altman makes some pointed comments on the hypocrisy of many health food aficionados. Lauren Bacall and Glenda Jackson are well-used as rivals vying for president of a national health organization. Bacall is the best thing in the movie as she claims to be in her eighties --- and has a dog in his forties to boot! She's also senile and kept alive by a sex-starved nurse and a shady manager. Jackson is the clipped tongue naturalist who views herself some sort of Jesus figure for the Health conscious set. Carol Burnett is terrific as a government representative who grows more and more wary of the health movement the more she is exposed to it. Her interview scene with Dick Cavett, as himself, is priceless. James Garner plays Bacall's manager and he's appropriately caddish. Henry Gibson is a hoot as a political dirty trickster. Paul Dooley and Alfre Woodard have a few funny moments as well.