Eating

One has to wonder about Henry Jaglom's mother, when he dedicates a film about women suffering from eating disorders to her. This is one of Jaglom's more successful efforts since there is some dramatic conflict amongst the cinema verite talkfest that is his trademark. One might even mistake this film as a documentary with all the to-the-camera discourse. Otherwise his camera is thankfully still, aided by the excuse of a Frenchwoman making a documentary at an exclusively female (and enormously populated) birthday party. Maybe it's a very "L.A." thing but it's shocking how so many beautiful women have food issues, and the association they make with food and sex, and food and love, makes for a compelling (for Jaglom) social study. He begins uncertainly, as the women gather. Jaglom gets a little carried away with cross-cutting, and there is a definite lesbian subtext which turns out to be misleading. But as the film develops our initial judgment of the women presented, as shallow and stupid gives way to depths of feeling and marvel at the openness and emotional accessibility of the female species. As the eldest of the group and the mother of Helene (Lisa Richards), who resides in the house where the celebrations occur, Frances Bergen represents the voice of reason and the sounding board for the confessions. Jaglom cleverly maintains our empathy for her, aided by Bergen's wonderful naturalness, even when her reaction to news of an infidelity defines the survival strategies of women of her generation. In spite of the heaviness of the subject, there is much humour to be found, partly from the women's own insight into their behaviour, and also from the idea of having Helene seek out the mistress under the guise of mingling. Richards' performance improves considerably after she stops pecking. As her predatory best friend, Gwen Welles adds some amusing spite to the proceedings. Her demonstration of the use of a present of anger-releasing padded poles gets a big laugh. It's no surprise to learn of Welles' bulimia since she looks anorexic, and she is about the only one who doesn't seem to think they are "fat". When the birthday cake is cut, no-one wants to eat it. Since the cast is so large some actors get lost in the mosaic, but mention should be made of Toni Basil in Carmen Miranda get-up as an actress quitting her agent ("If Michael Jackson can fire his father ..."); Aloma Ichinose who has a great riff about smoking; and Mary Crosby looking like a fawn and being very I-shot-JR in a bathroom confrontation. I particularly liked the line "I'm looking for a man who can excite me as much as a baked potato".

I actually waited years to watch this film. What a disappointment. It should have been 5 minutes long and it must have had an elementary teacher's budget because the acting is well...bad. It's so bad, you can't tell if it's scripted or not. Nelly Alard as Martine, the French guest filming all this whining, is the only actual talent among the bunch. I'm not even going to count Frances Bergen. She shouldn't even be there. Why in the world did she agree to do this? The point that women are obsessed with food and eating (yes, they're two different things) and obsessed with every square inch of our bodies, and our mothers affect how we feel about food, eating, and every square inch of our bodies, is established and then beaten to death multiple times. I wouldn't have been able to abide long with any of these women. I wanted to slap them. I forced myself to watch it to the end and this is the only film review I've ever posted, I think. But then I'm really hungry right now so I may have and just forgotten.

Travesties like this give indie film a bad name.

Jagblom had his cast improvise most of the material, with a rough scripted story structure. Sometimes this works; here, it's a dismal failure.

The riffing about weight gets old fast, and is laughably preposterous to anyone who isn't an LA actress (i.e., most of his cast). Jagblom's "woman-sensitive" directing is almost immediately exposed as lecherous posturing, as his beautiful star is trotted out topless for no reason within the first 15 mins. Nice rack, Henry, but what about the movie?!?

Worst of all, it's just horribly boring. None of the characters seem worth following, and the film does a terrible job focusing on a few so you can get a toehold on some drama. For comparison, I enjoy female-friendly films like "Mystic Pizza," "Moonstruck" and "Clueless." I love foreign films. I would've walked out on "Eating", but sadly it was a rental.

Central conflict? Woman vs. pastry. Cinematography? Bland and undistinguished. Best use for Eating? Doorstop.

Too many actresses - it was very confusing being inside Henry Jaglom's head. This mockumentary style movie obsesses on food and women all intertwined with sexuality.

Even Frances Bergen who plays a type of baffled sane matriarch looks as if she has had her problems with food in the past but in this movie she is astonished at the obsessive compulsive behaviour around food at this party she attends for her daughter's fortieth birthday.

Maybe she doesn't get out much in the shallow body-and-youth culture that is California. I would say that Henry was deliberate in keeping this movie without any depth. He just stockpiled it with far too many women (I lost track, they all looked vaguely alike and whined in the same sad key).

Go read a book, ladies, visit an art gallery, recite poetry, read for the blind. Far too much time on your hands. Get interesting. Maybe that was the point?

7 out of 10 for its daring - though it had to be a flop at the box-office.

"Eating" is actually very serious- the tagline reads, "A very serious comedy about women & food"- but while there are indeed some funny moments and comedic elements, it feels a little disrespectful to label something that offers important and relevant truths about a mental disorder that continue to kill over 10,000 victims a year as "comedy".

This is one part narrative about the party like the synopsis states, but at least fifty percent is a docufiction on eating disorders. Since docufiction by definition is a hybrid of both documentary and narrative elements, it would be as accurate to call the entire film a docufiction. By having one of the main characters be a French documentarian that has come to the party with over 30 young to middle aged women in order to aquire interview material where she asks the blunt opening question, "Do you have a problem with food?", the transitions alternating between the narrative elements (the fictional party; guests arriving, exchanging gifts, socializing around the pool; characters exhibiting their disordered eating; characters gossiping about men, their infidelities, sex, and food) and the documentary ones (the women's interviews- women talking directly to the audience about their struggles with food, the obsessiveness, the power it has over their lives, the relationship they had with did in childhood, how food shapes their identities, and often the pain and torture food has causes and continues to cause in their daily lives) are almost seamless.

While the fictional gossiping can begin to feel pretentious and whiny, one must remember that this is likely what would occur in real life. Put 30 women with no men in a house together, things are about to get catty and dramatic. And that gossiping is going to be inevitable! Now, we may not want to actually watch this as entertainment, but that would be realism for you.

It is easy to see why "Eating" will not be everyone's cup of tea. Featuring an exclusively female cast, it can feel melodramatic and even cloying to some, and there is no meaningful plot to follow. However, even if not a complete story, we do get the opportunity to get to know the various neurotic women and the are a few we get to know well enough to wonder what will become of their stories. More importantly, although it may utilize a more roundabout and unique method, it offers all audiences valuable information regarding disordered eating- maybe especially for women, but most definitely also for men (statistics have shown anywhere from 1/4 to 1/3 eating disorder victims to be male, but there is a significant chance that this is a low estimate, given multiple factors including misdiagnosis, stigma, underreporting). In fact, it is this very denial and stigma that males cannot and therefore do not have eating disorders and problems with food that says it is even more essential that the males out there watch this!