The Dr. Is In, Out, In, Out...

Robert Altman nails Dallas' shallow society to a T

Altman gladly admits there's not much of a story here; his movies are driven by characters, after all, not plot (when you get down to it, M*A*S*H feels like four excellent, early half-hour episodes of the TV show that followed). He lets his actors roam free, hoping they don't betray the outline they're asked to fill in. Most of the parts here are so small they feel incidental; they're local color on the director's mural. Even Kate Hudson's wedding seems like a subplot's subplot. But it would have been hard to imagine Goldie Hawn, the director's original choice (and Hudson's real-life mother), as Dr. T's wife. Fawcett is Kate Travis, spilling her public persona all over the mall until you can no longer tell if she's really nuts or just pretending; when she frolics in the fountain, you almost cringe--there's nothing sexy about this woman on the verge. But the real revelation is Shelley Long, playing the long-suffering assistant who tries to give her body to Dr. T when he won't accept her heart. After years of trying to shrug off the role of Cheers' Diane Chambers in one horrible misstep after another, she regains her footing. She's at once forceful and clumsy, a woman stricken with a little girl's puppy love.

Is that an Oscar in your pants, or are you just happy to see me? Helen Hunt and Richard Gere play doctor.
Is that an Oscar in your pants, or are you just happy to see me? Helen Hunt and Richard Gere play doctor.


Opens Friday

It will be interesting to see how well the film plays outside of Dallas, because Rapp has written a tale rich with details that may not resonate too far outside the city limits. One minor subplot is regarding a women's group that enlists Dr. T to help convince the city council to rename a highway after a woman, since all of Dallas' major thoroughfares are named for men (indeed, late Dallas Cowboys head coach Tom Landry just received his own piece of ten-lane blacktop). They offer three choices: former Dallas mayor Annette Strauss, cosmetics goddess Mary Kay Ash, and, for grins, Dallas-reared sex kitten Jayne Mansfield. It won't mean a damned thing to anyone outside the 214 (or 972) area code, just as outsiders likely won't catch the joke of stocking NorthPark, home to Neiman Marcus and Lord & Taylor, exclusively with wealthy white women--the way so many of its patrons wish it really were. NorthPark, incidentally, is the same mall in which David Byrne set much of his 1986 film True Stories, only he used the stark interior to different effect. Byrne made the place look sterile, like a small-town tomb; Altman makes it look like a small, self-contained city in which the rich gorge themselves on champagne and jewelry while drifting through Tiffany's. Come to think of it, Altman's made the best episode of Dallas ever filmed.

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