Woody Allen's ghastly drama is so uninvolving the viewer is left stunned at it's utter badness. Gene Rowlands is an academic writing a new book and finds that the studio she's renting allows her to overhear some painful conversations taking place in the psychiatrist's office next door. She soon re-evaluates her own life and realizes that she is not a good person and the people in her orbit hate her. There is snotty husband Ian Holm, underachieving brother Harris Yulin, bitter best friend Sandy Dennis and truth-telling sister-in-law Frances Conroy. Rowlands has so much thrown at her, it's a surprise she doesn't just kill herself. There's not a single sympathetic character in this whole 81 minute angst ridden treadmill test. It's cold, humorless and stodgy. It's a pseudo- intellectuals idea of a Bergman film that fails at every level. Pretentious and then some ---this film has to hold some sort of record for its continuous mention of poet Rainer Maria Rilke. Blech! Gene Hackman, Blythe Danner, Martha Plimpton, Betty Buckley, John Houseman, Philip Bosco, David Ogden Stiers and Mia Farrow contribute absolutely zero with their small roles.
Review of Another Woman
