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
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 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this kind of anachronistic and "progressive" take on victorian era morale and manners is predictable and terribly outdated.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.
Fun and often funny film spotlighting the invention of the vibrator but also a time when women were just starting to be questioning their limited roles in society. The cast is cream of the crop and certainly game for adventure here and offers Dancy and Pryce their best roles in years. Not a deep picture but a pleasant one.
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.
Mostly thanks to Rupert Everett's comic rôle, this film is funny and overall enjoyable as a bundle of a fascinating and true historical tale, wrapped up with humor and good tempo. It's a trifle, and enjoyable as such. Many an Ooh, vicar! joke is found is here, but it's no Carry On-film. A funny reminder not to let other factors - e.g. gender - ruin intelligence.