Have you ever seen a film that you weren't sure how you felt about it after leaving the theater? A film that oddly mixed genres, but like oil and water never quite jelled? Well, "Critical Care" is one of those films. Trying to mix drama, biting satire, and black comedy, its elements occasionally work on their own, but when combined they don't create a cohesive feature. All of this is somewhat surprising and disappointing considering the film maker's pedigree.
Director Sidney Lumet has directed some of the great films in the second half of this century ("Fail-Safe," "Serpico") and is also known for his films that examine and often skewer big, important subjects. In "Network" he tackled the inner workings of the news industry, while "Dog Day Afternoon" focused on the media circus that builds around unfolding events. With "Critical Care" he hopes to do the same with the health care industry. Certainly a topic ripe for the picking, Lumet offers his views on physicians struggling to be doctors and businesspeople; health insurance; and the weighty and controversial issue of artificially prolonging life. By placing his main character smack dab in the middle of a lawsuit that exposes those many topics, Lumet takes pot shots at all of them, but rarely hits one dead on.
Perhaps it's the fact that he's trying to tackle so many issues in just one movie, but none of it ever feels tightly focused and the result is a film that often comes off feeling more like bit and pieces of made for TV movies. In fact most of the material has been done in such movies many times before and thus the film also suffers from a lack of freshness. Part of the problem is the subject material itself. Care of the terminally ill seems like ill-suited material for a satirical movie, and no matter how it's done, it will often leave a bad aftertaste in a viewer's mouth.
It doesn't help that the film starts off rather flat and excruciatingly slow as we're introduced to the critical care facility and its odd-looking set. Nearing the look of a brightly lit, sterile space station, the setting is as cold and impersonal as the care most of the patients receive. Of course we understand that's supposed to be symbolic of the current state of such care, and the film does initially appear to be a probing expose -- or at least examination -- of that part of health care. Soon, however, Lumet introduces multiple plot elements that diffuse the film's initial thrust. And when certain odd scenes show up, they really knock this train off its tracks.
We're subjected to several instances where a terminally ill patient is visited by the Devil's henchman (played without any zeal by Wallace Shawn) who tries to convince this patient to come over to "their side." Bathed in a hellish red hue, the scenes are strange, but then so is a later one where Werner sees an angelic nun who helps him set his priorities and beliefs straight. I guess this is supposed to play off the motif of the devil sitting on one shoulder and an angel on the other, but it's all rather strangely done. Of course the angel part motivates Werner's final actions, but the Devil part is just plain odd. Such scenes, while weakly symbolic, undermine the film's efforts at skewering its subjects. Additionally, the film has a hard time trying to find a perfect balance between the drama and black comedy, all of which also weakens its momentum.
The performances are okay, but not outstanding. Mirren does the best as the compassionate nurse, but isn't given enough material with which to work, and suffers from us not knowing much else about her. Spader's take on the confused doctor is okay, but this actor rarely plays characters whom the audience roots for, and this one is no different. Here he portrays a rather cold aloofness that's obviously part of his character, but that also undermines our ability to care for his plight. Sedgwick is occasionally funny but more often annoying as she hams it up as the greedy sister who traps Spader in her plan.
The always delightful Albert Brooks is very funny in his supporting role, but all of the makeup in the world (that makes him look like an old, disheveled Mark Twain) can't hide his mannerisms and speech patterns. Fortunately he doesn't do his usual neurotic performance, and instead is mainly an absentminded thorn in Werner's side. Nonetheless, his character seems out of place in this film, as if he's there just to stand on the soapbox for the discussion on health insurance ("And now to speak about people who don't have health insurance and the administration that consequently doesn't want to treat them, let's give a big hand to Mr. Albert Brooks as the old codger doctor.").
Fortunately, the dueling sister plot keeps things moving forward, and the film does seem to get better after that cold and very slow start. Yet it doesn't survive its identity crisis as Lumet unsuccessfully tries to tackle too many issues. Had he stuck with just a few and focused more on the main plot element regarding the sisters, the film would have been more enjoyable. As it stands, it stretches out in too many directions for its own good and never feels like one unified story. Thus, we give "Critical Care" a 4 out of 10.