The Man Who Loved Women is truly woeful, reeking of production-line, big star filmmaking and nothing else.

The Man Who Loved Women is truly woeful, reeking of production-line, big star filmmaking and nothing else.

Once again, Burt Reynolds appears as the irresistible, yet sensitive, modern man in search of something fulfilling in his life. This time, Reynolds’ angst is examined in flashback from his funeral in the words of his psychiatrist (Julie Andrews). And they are terrible words, to be sure. From the start, the psychobabble she spouts is so stilted and stupid that it raises false hopes that Women must surely be a satire, and perhaps a promising one.

Had not director Blake Edwards been fooling around with an ‘American extension’ of Francois Truffaut’s 1977 film of the same title, there probably was a better picture contained here in Reynolds’ one really amusing sojourn into a bemused, adulterous affair with Kim Basinger.

She’s great as Houston millionaire Barry Corbin’s kinky wife, given to stopwatch dalliances in dangerous places.

The Man Who Loved Women

Production

Columbia. Director Blake Edwards; Producer Blake Edwards, Tony Adams; Screenplay Blake Edwards, Milton Wexler, Geoffrey Edwards; Camera Haskell Wexler; Editor Ralph E. Winters; Music Henry Mancini; Art Director Roger Maus

Crew

(Color) Available on VHS. Extract of a review from 1983. Running time: 110 MIN.

With

Burt Reynolds Julie Andrews Kim Basinger Marilu Henner Barry Corbin Cynthia Sikes
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