Those who think men are immature, destructive, insensitive and basically animals may find The Men’s Club great fun. Others are likely to balk at the film’s contrived and dated treatment of the battle between the sexes.
Film is a distasteful piece of work that displays the worst in men. Leonard Michaels’ screenplay (from his novel) is all warts and no insight, full of self-loathing for the gender. In addition, film making is as tired as the material. Pic plays like a stageplay, so static is Peter Medak’s direction.
A group of friends nearing age 40 get together and for most of the film’s 100 minutes the camera is on their heads talking. Leader of the group is Cavanaugh (Roy Scheider), supposedly a retired baseball star who looks too unhealthy to have ever played anything more strenuous than cards.