Hysteria (2012)
Starring Hugh Dancy, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Rupert Everett, Jonathan Pryce, and Felicity Jones
Directed by Tanya Wexler
British women in the late 19th century were irritable creatures. Garnering very little respect from their husbands, they found themselves heading to their doctors where they were diagnosed with "hysteria." The cure, employed by docs like Robert Dalrymple (Jonathan Pryce), was to massage the genital area (in a purely decent manner underneath a velvet curtain) to induce a "paroxysmal convulsion" unaware that this was actually an orgasm. Dr. Dalrymple finds his practice overwhelmed with hysterical women so he hires young physician Mortimer Granville (Hugh Dancy) who happens to have a knack for curing the disease. More and more women flock to him to be relieved of their sickness which unfortunately causes his hand to cramp up substantially and he is fired by Dalrymple for not being able to perform his duties. This dismissal happens to be quite fortuitous as Mortimer discovers that his friend Lord Edmund St. John-Smythe (Rupert Everett) has developed an electric feather duster which Mortimer believes could be the answer to his injured hand and the ladies' hysteria problems. And, henceforth, the vibrator forever became a tool for women across the world.
Hysteria tells the story of the invention of the vibrator...and if that were the only story it told, it would've been a success. Instead, the trio of screenwriters add in a love triangle involving Mortimer and Dr. Dalrymple's two daughters -- the younger, more reverent Emily (Felicity Jones) and the older, new-age feminist Charlotte (Maggie Gyllenhaal) -- which takes over the film's second half and causes it to fall flat on its face. The obvious nature of the resolution of the love triangle from the film's outset created nary a modicum of tension and failed to resonate in the slightest despite the valiant efforts of Hugh Dancy who tries his hardest to be charming and carry the film on his shoulders.
I wanted to like this movie and for the first 45 minutes or so, I found Hysteria humorous enough to warrant its existence. However, as the film progresses, it abandons its subject matter which makes it unique and turns into something we've seen over and over again in movies better than this.
Hysteria tells the story of the invention of the vibrator...and if that were the only story it told, it would've been a success. Instead, the trio of screenwriters add in a love triangle involving Mortimer and Dr. Dalrymple's two daughters -- the younger, more reverent Emily (Felicity Jones) and the older, new-age feminist Charlotte (Maggie Gyllenhaal) -- which takes over the film's second half and causes it to fall flat on its face. The obvious nature of the resolution of the love triangle from the film's outset created nary a modicum of tension and failed to resonate in the slightest despite the valiant efforts of Hugh Dancy who tries his hardest to be charming and carry the film on his shoulders.
I wanted to like this movie and for the first 45 minutes or so, I found Hysteria humorous enough to warrant its existence. However, as the film progresses, it abandons its subject matter which makes it unique and turns into something we've seen over and over again in movies better than this.
The RyMickey Rating: C-
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