The dialogue is cliché, the camera-work insipid, the characters unbelievable, the acting amateur, and the plot tortured. How did this movie get made? Obviously a play trying to be cinema--they are two different forms. Obviously a didactic diatribe that presents itself as balanced while smugly confident that you'll get the message. Should have been a comedy, a satire. I suppose this was supposed to be allegorical, that the two doctors were supposed to be like the queer little angel and devil sitting on Frank's shoulder and whispering in his ear. I'm not even sure those characters existed outside Franks head. the sad thing is, I could care less. I wanted to tell Frank to grow a pair and go out and experience the world instead of sitting around navel-gazing and lamenting his circumstance. Would love to see a movie about this subject done well.
Review of Fixing Frank
