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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

H.E.A.L.T.H.

Robert Altman – 1980 – USA

Famously declared by President Reagan the worst film he'd ever seen, after all this time H.E.A.L.T.H. still remains one of Robert Altman’s least seen and least loved films.  Needless to say, I am in a minority opinion on this, as I find the film chock full of all the things I love about Altman, and therefore thoroughly enjoyable.  Set – like many of his films – in a confined locale that acts as a microcosm for American society, H.E.A.L.T.H. plants us in the middle of a health food convention in a Florida hotel where a heated election for the presidency of the organization is underway.  In contrast to the national election for the U.S. presidency then in progress between Reagan and Carter, this convention is dominated by women.  Lauren Bacall plays popular candidate Esther Brill, a self-professed 83-year-old virgin, who goes into trances mid-sentence at the worst times.  Her opponent is Isabella Garnell (Glenda Jackson), an icy intellectual who pontificates with as much earnestness as if at the United Nations.  Carol Burnett plays a low-level White House representative come to wish both candidates luck on the president’s behalf.  Alfre Woodard plays the manager of the hotel, who looks on the insanity swirling around her with bemused disdain.  Altman’s weakness for cheap gags and strange moments of pathos and metaphorical scenarios all make for a combination that many audiences reject as violently as a body may reject an incompatible organ transplant.  But for those of us who revel in Altman’s wry humor, chaotic staging, overlapping dialogue, and his expressively roving and zooming camera, H.E.A.L.T.H. is just as satisfying as some of his more respected works like Nashville (1975), Short Cuts (1993) or Gosford Park (2000).