The 1980s were a difficult period for Robert Altman, stumbling into the decade with two high profile projects, HealtH and Popeye, both poorly received. Although several titles from this era are worthy of reconsideration and/or are among some of his best (Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean Jimmy Dean and Fool for Love), time has not been kind to all of them. Perhaps chief amongst these is his 1987 comedic failing Beyond Therapy, based on Christopher Durang’s (who co-wrote the script) Broadway play.
Featuring Altman’s usual predilections and shot in Paris despite being set in New York, it’s an odd mix of sexual identity politics and slapstick comedy (think Bringing Up Baby or His Girl Friday) but with jarring tonal shifts, ungainly editing and two highly unlikeable lead performances. Add to this the film’s neglect to incorporate any mention of the AIDs crises (Durang’s original was written in 1981) and the stage is set for a strangely conceived remnant which seems to hail from a parallel universe.
Altman’s sense of humor doesn’t always translate to the careful intricacy required by something which should seem as effervescent as slapstick, which is apparent in his direction of Jeff Goldblum’s bisexual Bruce and Julie Hagerty’s passive and vulnerable ditz Prudence, tonally at odds with one another. It’s perhaps important to note Prudence was originated Off-Broadway by Durang’s pal Sigourney Weaver and went on to be inhabited by Dianne Wiest and Catherine O’Hara, while Bruce was played by Stephen Elliott, John Lithgow and David Hyde Pierce.
The supporting players fare a bit better, including Tom Conti, Glenda Jackson (whose two pairings with Altman seemed ill-fated, including HealtH) and scene stealers Christopher Guest and Genevieve Page as his (very) French mother. Even without the specter of AIDs in the mid-1980s, Beyond Therapy is perhaps Altman’s most clueless and haphazard depictions of the LGBTQ+ community, especially considering a number of trailblazing examples, including the trans woman played by Karen Black in Come Back…, the lesbian couple in A Perfect Couple and Mitchell Lichtenstein in Streamers.
Ultimately, Beyond Therapy ends up being a tiresome slog, cutting inherently between various ‘therapy’ sessions between Conti and Hagerty, Jackson and Guest/Goldblum with no real rhyme or reason, while the goofy roundelays in the French restaurant never sizzle with the zany energy from Durang’s original play.
Film Rating: ★★/☆☆☆☆☆
Disc Rating: ★★★/☆☆☆☆☆