A superb socialist-feminist film which shows one of the most incendiary psychiatric developments courtesy of Granville (with arguable historical accuracy - citation: Rachel Maine's 'The Technology of Orgasm'), where the cure for 'hysteria' was a 'massaging of the pelvic region'. Notions of femininity are subverted through the characterisation of the stereotypically feminine Emily and the 'unfeminine' Charlotte.
An enjoyable, if quickly forgettable, romantic comedy. Everything from the cinematography to the acting to the editing is just fine but considering the subject matter one would expect the film to be either funnier or more erotic or both.
Opera troppo prevedibile, che non appassiona. Il tema permetteva una freschezza che non è stata sfruttata, inserendo una storia d'amore che non convince. L'analisi sociale è ben fatta e risulta di buon impatto, ma poteva essere più ficcante. Finale troppo conciliatorio e cerchiobottista. La regia è troppo basilare e non denota impegno, insieme ad un comparto tecnico che non incide. La messa in scena invece non è male
An enjoyable period comedy with broad elements of farce, that by its very flippant nature actually proves quite political. Gyllenhaal and Dancy are well matched in the rom-com framing of the life of Dr Mortimer Granville, the inventor of the vibrator. I thoroughly embraced the 'Jolly Molly' postscript that managed to link together the predilections of a 'trollop' with the 'glorious' Queen of the Empire, Victoria.
Somewhat funny at times, but even as a comedy this kind of anachronistic and "progressive" take on victorian era morale and manners is predictable and terribly outdated. Even Monty Python were beating a dead horse and that was 45 years ago. Btw. Did R. Everett just come from an AIDS clinic or what the hell was wrong with his face? Obviously they had to hide something with his fake beard. No close-ups of course.
It was the start of a new theory that women had sexual needs. Inventions making it possible for women, not only to become more delightful, but for independence when it came for their needs. Not always having to rely on the men.
A charming, if imperfect, Victorian-romantic-comedy-of-manners about poverty and affluence, science progress and stagnation, social activism and social , medical masturbation, overuse injuries, and the invention of the "personal massager." The fine troupe of actors get us deftly past those moments when the director's otherwise sure hand falters on the way to a satisfying conclusion.