HealtH

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.

I was mesmereized by this movie when it played on 1983 summer TV, but haven't been able to see it again, even though I've been searching off and on (mostly off) for 20+ years.

Apparently, no one else in the known universe has anything good to say about HEALTH. Perhaps I won't, either, on a second watching. But on that first watching it was one of the best, funniest, quirkiest movies I'd ever seen. I've actually been recommending it to some of my friends ever since.

Contrary to what one commenter noted, I did recently see a reference to it on VHS, but I was hoping to find it on DVD. I guess a director's commentary would be too much to ask for <g>.

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.

In the classic sense of the four humors (which are not specific to the concept of funny or even entertainment), Altman's "H.E.A.L.T.H." treats all of the humors, and actually in very funny, entertaining ways. There's the Phlegm, as personified by Lauren Bacall's very slow, guarded, and protective character Esther Brill, who's mission in life appears to be all about appearance, protecting the secrets of her age and beauty more than her well-being. There's Paul Dooley's Choleric Dr. Gil Gainey, who like a fish out of water (perhaps more like a seal) flops around frenetically, barking and exhorting the crowds to subscribe to his aquatic madness. The Melancholy of Glenda Jackson's Isabella Garnell smacks of Shakespeare's troubled and self-righteous Hamlet -- even proffering a soliloquy or two. And let's not forget Henry Gibson's Bile character, Bobby Hammer ("The breast that feeds the baby rules the world"). Then there's the characters Harry Wolff and Gloria Burbank (James Garner and Carol Burnett, respectively), relatively sane characters striving to find some kind of balance amongst all the companion and extreme humors who have convened for H.E.A.L.T.H. -- a kind of world trade organization specializing in H.E.A.L.T.H., which is to say anything but health. This is Altman at his classic best.

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.