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Hysteria

Hysteria

Rated R, 100 min. Directed by Tanya Wexler. Starring Maggie Gyllenhaal, Hugh Dancy, Jonathan Pryce, Felicity Jones, Rupert Everett, Ashley Jensen, Sheridan Smith.

REVIEWED By Kimberley Jones, Fri., June 15, 2012

Before Betty Friedan wrote the book on "the problem that has no name," 19th century medical practitioners called it "female hysteria," a condition with symptoms that included listlessness, anxiety, irritability, raging libido, or an altogether absent sex drive. "Hysterical paroxysm" was prescribed to beat the blues away, wherein doctors would manually massage a woman to orgasm. The so very Victorian-twee Hysteria tells the (fictionalized) story of one such doctor and the repetitive-strain injury that inspired him to invent the vibrator.

Dr. Mortimer Granville (Dancy) wants to do good work, but can't seem to hold down a job, which is how he finds his hands full with dissatisfied housewives in 1880s London. Having newly joined the practice of Dr. Robert Dalrymple (Pryce), Robert's head swivels between the two Dalrymple daughters – sweet, temperate Emily (Jones) and fiery suffragette Charlotte (Gyllenhaal). There's never any question who he'll end up with – it's as foregone as the extras hitting their marks with over-rehearsed precision and the filmmakers milking laughs from their comfortable perch in the 21st century.

Rather born to wear a frock coat, Dancy shares the stammer-blush, winning-grin methodology of countryman Hugh Grant, only with more probity and better posture. He's a milksop standing next to the leonine Gyllenhaal, the only one bringing the breath of life to this hermetically sealed curiosity. Hysteria gently amuses, yes – about as much as it irritates with its inflated sense of how sexually risqué ("aren't we naughty!") – or forward-thinking ("aren't we feminist!") – the material truly is.


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