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I gave Altman's Prairie Home Companion my first 10, and I have watched MASH and Gosford Park many times, but this film is an embarrassment. The dialog is boring. It feels like ad lib filler. There are a few clever scenes, but for the most part you keep waiting for something to happen that never does.

It gets its cheap laughs from stereotype gay characters.

The colour reminded me of home movies of the 1950s. The sound was muddy.

I turned off the video several times watching it out of boredom, and returned later, to give it another chance. After all, this IS Altman, Glenda Jackson and Jeff Goldblum.

Maybe Robert Altman needed the change of pace, or maybe it was just because he was in his momentary slump before hitting his stride again with Tanner 88 and Vincent & Theo, but Beyond Therapy is a bewildering effort of farcical cinema. He takes a play by Christopher Durang and 'Altman-izes' it, I suppose. There's the over-lapping dialog, the neurotic personalities, the quirky-cum-insane humor, and the characters that float in and out of scenes like they're on a mixture of whimsy and mescaline. He also gives some good actors some things to do and funny things to say - sometimes too self-conscious to be funny at all, and sometimes so bizarre that it becomes amusing just to see how far it will go. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy watching it all the time, but it would also be unfair to say it's a complete failure. It's just a damn odd duck of a movie.

It concerns patients and therapists, the patients including blind-daters Bruce and Prudence (Goldblum and Haggerty), and their own problems with one another- Bruce is bi-sexual, or bi-curious, or just adventurous, and Prudence is frigid and a little on edge, all the time- and their therapists and people they know. There's not a whole lot of variety in how the scenes play out: there's arguments, there's talking, there's bedroom farce, behavior tics, and a story resolution that kind of folds back into itself just when it looks to get interesting. Some of the dialog, whether by Durang or Altman or both, can be funny at times, or just with the way a character will react to something (the premature ejaculation material from one of the therapists is funny - at least at first until the joke becomes tired), and some of it just... stinks.

The actors do try, or at least they try to. It's hard not to like Jeff Goldblum and Christopher Guest, and in some of the scenes it's equally fun and painful to see them in this material. Glenda Jackson fares better, or just has her own tune to play, when playing the therapist who hates gays and goes through a letter ala dictionary-style to find a word to say. But some of the acting is just weird, and not in a good way. Julie Haggerty doesn't deliver anything to make the movie entertaining (frankly I never knew she did anything outside of Airplane! and Midnight Summer's Sex Comedy, and now I remember why), and what must have been some tighter scenes of sex-farce or screwball comedy on stage have been dissected by Altman, and not successfully. Some of the director's touches kind of work, though barely, like the constant cutaways to a bald dude in the restaurant (Michael Berryman's brother, no?) and the slow-motion shoot-out climax becomes impressive just to see how long Altman can maintain it.

But a lot of this is just ridiculous and stupid and insipid as psycho-sex comedy. Woody Allen could have fared better- or perhaps has fared better- with similar material, and would have, in fact, told a better story. Altman is so fascinated by his warped characters that it's all that's there, warped characters. And if we can't care about any of them, ultimately, even in the scope of crazy satire, why care at all?

Jeff Goldblum plays a charismatic bisexual man living with his insecure gay lover (Christopher Guest) while also pursuing a relationship with the neurotic Julie Hagerty. Guest resents having to share his boyfriend with a woman, and both Goldblum and Hagerty are under the dubious care of psychiatrists who spend more time indulging their own carnal affair than treating their patients. The film follows a few chaotic days in their lives.

I usually enjoy Robert Altman's films, but 'Beyond Therapy' is a trainwreck. There are glimpses of a worthwhile movie here, but the direction sabotages it at every turn. The sets feel stagey and artificial, Altman leans too heavily on roving camera shots outside of windows, the music frequently drowns out dialogue, and an overlong slow-motion sequence-meant to be comical, I think-comes off as idiotic.

The script is just as weak. The plot is barely there, riddled with logic gaps, and capped off with a finale that feels completely disconnected from the climax. The female characters are homophobic, the male characters are chauvinistic, and none of them are particularly likable - a real travesty, given the strong performances. As a gay man who lived through the '80s, I can't say I was shocked by the bad characterizations, but younger viewers might find them outright offensive. I haven't seen the play that this was adapted from, so I can't comment on what Altman did to Christopher Durang's material, but allegedly, he heavily revised it.

The only reason to watch 'Beyond Therapy' is for the cast. Goldblum is effortlessly charming, Hagerty plays her role to the hilt, and Guest adds some much-needed depth to a stereotypical character. If you're looking for an Altman film that treats LGBT themes with more dignity, seek out 'Come Back to the 5 & Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean.' And if you just want an absurd sex farce, 'Pajama Tops' is just as dated-but at least it manages to be funny more often than not.

"Beyond Therapy", much like Brian De Palma's "Bonfire Of The Vanities" which I also watched recently, was a huge critical and commercial flop by a top-rank American director, a few years before their careers took an upward turn. And also like "Bonfire", it is not a film without interest. It is an extremely eccentric "romantic comedy": from the first frame to the last, there is not one "normal" character or scene in the movie. It does not succeed (the slow-motion shootout parody sequence misses badly), but it's certainly an original (I liked the occasional random sound effects of car crashes somewhere in the background), and Julie "Airplane" Hagerty still has her special brand of kooky charm. **1/2 out of 4.

Whoever thought of bringing Christopher Durang and Robert Altman together has never mixed oil with water. Never have two artists been more obviously mismatched. Altman creates dark little moody set pieces, and moves at his own leisurely (and idiosyncratic) pace; Durang's fast little funny script practically begs for a crackling speed-thru, and this movie goes on forever. Still, if you're not familiar with Durang or if you can watch this without any preconceived notions, there are some very funny moments, and Christopher Guest, as always, is priceless.