esagarnaga-1 Review of A Couch in New York

A Couch in New York (1996)

A blind guiding blinds. Silly shrink on the loose

[4/10 · 9 April 2008]

Undoubtedly, we are talking about a film released twelve years ago, so we can cut some slack here to the imprecisions and errors in the script, but even though it tries to be a comedy, I couldn't help to become completely baffled with the way the pace is conducted and forcibly led. There are too many obvious silly details that make me wonder if the director was trying to tease the spectator or simply was disregarding those for the sake of the time frame and the so-called comedy. William Hurt portrays a very stiff and iconic psychoanalyst and during the whole time he is meddled in ridiculous situations, maybe because his own stiffness has those inevitable consequences. I never was convinced by his portray; why he decides to go to Paris? why he comes back? why doesn't have the gull to tell Beatrice who really he is from point one? How come all of the sudden he falls in love with Beatrice? During the whole film you wonder if this renown expert is more novice than Beatrice who actually looks like performs at the couch better than him. I think that the role assigned to William Hurt was bad developed, bad implemented and bad performed. Maybe not to put the blame on him. The end was pushed because there were no more stereotypic ideas to exploit, or maybe the budget was short, or maybe everybody had something better to do so it was better to kill the movie than keep on going. Anyway, you end up completely bemused and wondering about what just happened. I wouldn't recommend this film if not for watching Juliette Binoche, who is always a delightful gift for the eyes.