Lovesick

If you are looking for fantasy with a happy ending, this is it.

The Beautiful Elizabeth Mcgovern and Dudley Moore make a interesting couple.She's ( 5'10')tall, he is short, She has a Mid-West accent and he has a English accent, He's calm and she has anxiety neurosis.They say opposites attract.

There are some interesting " Freudian Slips " in the movie. Moore's fantasy about being in the late 19th Century, rowing her down the river, and both being attired appropriately ( she is stunning to say the least )is based on the painting in his office.During a Analytic session she puts him into her recollection of a book,because his first name ( Saul ) and the author's first name are the same.Finally, in the beginning of the flick, his friend,Otto goes to cut his cake and puts the knife through his name as the camera records.Otto has a heart attack and dies. It was nice seeing Manhattan of the early 80's.Especially Chloe and Saul walking arm in arm in Central Park Also the soundtrack ( especially the flute )is and very excellent and soothing.

Marshall Brickman attempts something comedic, fanciful and yet high-brow with "Lovesick"...and the different genres prove to be an uneasy mix. Dudley Moore, who at this point was churning out more bombs than WWII, plays the most unconvincing psychiatrist I have ever seen; his rapport with Alec Guinness (a fantasy Freud) has a tidy bounce, and John Huston works minor magic as the head of the medical board, but Moore is continually unsure of himself. Elizabeth McGovern tries hard as the object of Moore's lovesickness, but she isn't really suited to this kind of material--nor is she suitable for Dudley Moore, just as Mary Tyler Moore was wrong for him in "Six Weeks" and Mary Steenburgen looked out of place in the later "Romantic Comedy". The picture has a poor, cheap look, with blurry beiges and whites typical of the staid early-'80s, and I couldn't wait until it was over. *1/2 from ****

If you want the kind of mood that this movie fails to achieve, go and watch Play It Again, Sam (1972), a movie brilliantly written but luckily, not directed by Woody Allen and more straight than Annie Hall. Annie Hall's success may be the biggest hint on why this loose borefest was made.

Dudley Moore and Elizabeth Mcgovern pairing have no chemistry and energy. Their straight performances clash with the comedic nature of the playful supporting cast. It's like characters of a different movie interacting with a funnier (but not much) one. Both performances are subpar especially Dudley's doozed minimal reactions to everything.

On a more technical note, the movie looks bad. VHS-level bad. Dull colors, insufficient lighting and blooming light sources everywhere, especially on the restaurant scene a distracting sunlight glare that even bleeds through Mcgovern head.

The soundtrack is the most carefully handled aspect of this movie, but still felt misplaced at some points.

I've watched this film at least once a year since it first came out on VHS (or was it Betamax?) It is hilarious. I can't think of a better cast for a comedy than we have here, all playing around the central Dudley Moore character. The jokes, both visual and verbal, are rich with irony and wit. ("What is this, egg salad?" is my personal favorite.) The love story is only a driver for a comedy mix of this wide array of bizarre characters: Dudley Moore, Alec Guinness, John Huston, David Stathairn, Wallace Shawn, Ron Silver and many more whose names you may not know but who's faces you'll recognize.

I was quoting a line from the film the other day and got to talking about it with a friend. That led me to do a search on IMDb. The 4.3 rating makes no sense to me at all. It has my "personal 10", as it is a movie I can watch again any time. After all these years it is just as funny as it was 30 years ago.

This is a very fine romantic comedy, and if it reminds us of a Woody Allen film, then guess why! It is written and directed by Allen's friend and colleague Marshall Brickman, who wrote Allen's famous films ANNIE HALL (1977), for which he won an Oscar, and MANHATTAN (1979, see my review), for which he was nominated for an Oscar, as well as his earlier film SLEEPER (1973), and twenty years later, Allen's MANHATTAN MURDER MYSTERY (1993). Brickman's association with Woody Allen goes back so far that he wrote Allen's comedy material in 1967 for a television special. I believe Brickman used to be represented by Jack Rollins, back in the days when Jack was agent and manager for Allen, Dick Cavett, Joan Rivers, and the whole crowd of young Manhattan comedians as they were in the 1960s when I knew them all, as well as the amazing Jack Rollins himself, who is certainly one of the cinema's unsung heroes. Woody Allen owes his whole cinema career to Jack Rollins in my opinion, and without Jack, Dick Cavett would possibly never have risen above stand-up work in nightclubs such as the Bon Soir on 8th Street, as he was when I knew him. Jack Rollins thus created the entire genre of which this Marshall Brickman film (possibly written for Allen originally, with Allen being replaced instead with Dudley Moore) is an excellent example. Brickman (now 74) is still at work, and has written the book for the musical film JERSEY BOYS set for release next year. And last year he appeared in WOODY ALLEN: A DOCUMENTARY (2012). This film has Sigmund Freud step into the action as a projection of the hero's imagination, a device used so brilliantly in Herbert Ross's film with Allen, PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM (1972), where Bogart does the same thing. Freud is impeccably played by Alec Guinness, who does not overdo the accent and judges the part perfectly. Dudley Moore had, by the time this film was made, been a terrific hit in Hollywood because of 10 (1979) and ARTHUR (1981), and he was considered a hot box office property. Probably this film was set up on that basis. 'Dud', as he was called in England, was certainly no dud on screen, and here he shines with his usual soft charm and melting gaze. He was really very cuddly as a screen personality. The only time I ever met him was when he was still married to Suzy Kendall (they divorced in 1972), and they came together to a private screening. I didn't speak to her but exchanged a few words with him. I knew, as everyone did, that Dudley was short, but it was a shock to see in person just how short, especially beside his wife. He was only five foot two and a half. On that occasion, he was wrapped in an enormous fur coat with a huge collar which nearly engulfed his head, and he did not take it off in the screening theatre, even though it was not cold. In this film, Dudley's limp shows clearly, as he was born with his left foot as a club foot, and the corrective surgery as a child was not completely satisfactory. With those two physical handicaps, it is amazing that Dudley had such a successful career, and what is more, was assailed by countless women who wanted not only to cuddle cute little Dud, but do real grown up things with him as well, so that he developed a reputation as a serious ladies' man and had four wives. Certainly Dudley was in my opinion one of the funniest comedians ever produced by Britain, and his BBC TV sketches with his pal Peter Cook will and cannot ever be forgotten, so that people still roar with laughter at them even though they have seen them dozens of times. The girl in the film is played by the beautiful 22 year-old Elizabeth McGovern, in her first major film role. The makeup lady went a bit too far in whitening her face, especially around her eyes to heighten the startling blue of her eyes. But never mind, she is a vision of beauty and who could resist her? Certainly not Dudley's character, Dr. Saul Benjamin, a respected Freudian psychoanalyst, whose patient she becomes. Dudley goes through the various Woody Allenesque guilt and obsession syndromes, and does a terrific job of it. Everything is very hilarious, but sad at the same time, and it is also all very Manhattan. Most of Dudley's psychiatric patients, seen often on the couch or flapping their arms as they imagine they are flying around his office, are hilariously mad, or otherwise self-indulgent narcissists, which is almost as funny. The ups and the downs of this 'counter-transference' romance are shown as the inevitable waves of the sea of love, pardon the purple prose. It is all very entertaining and well done, and I hope that one day in the future when all the ouevres are complete, some wise cinema historian surveying the 'Woody Allen Movement', will not omit the films directed by Marshall Brickman, especially this one, from consideration as an inseparable part of the genre. Brickman deserves more attention and recognition than he has ever received, although as an Oscar winner, maybe he has a few laurels upon which to rest his comically imaginative head, and perhaps even thus rests content. Let us hope so.