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<text id=93TT0263>
<title>
July 26, 1993: Reviews:Television
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
July 26, 1993 The Flood Of '93
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 68
TELEVISION
A Hot-Tub Big Chill
</hdr>
<body>
<p>By RICHARD ZOGLIN
</p>
<qt>
<l>SHOW: Chantilly Lace</l>
<l>TIME: July 18, 22, 27; Showtime</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Seven women get together for weekends of sisterly
introspection and pizza. Men, beware.
</p>
<p> When it comes to movies like Chantilly Lace, a male TV critic
has to be open-minded. Women in Hollywood, after all, don't
have it easy. Stars like Clint Eastwood remain sex symbols into
their 60s, while their female counterparts are all but washed
up at 40. Younger actresses too are reduced to fighting over
second-fiddle roles in mediocre action films. Even in TV movies,
where women dominate, the roles are boringly one-dimensional
(the woman victimized or triumphant over tragedy). So attention
must be paid to this Showtime movie in which seven good actresses
get to emote as a group of friends who meet at a mountain retreat
for three separate weekends of celebration, conversation and
sisterly introspection.
</p>
<p> The film, directed by veteran TV producer Linda Yellen, grew
out of improvisations at Robert Redford's Sundance Institute,
so a wary male critic is at least prepared for the film's politically
correct earnestness. One of the group, Natalie (JoBeth Williams),
is a movie critic who raises money to make a film about homeless
women. Another, Maggie (Talia Shire), is a nun who faces a spiritual
crisis after she helps a woman get an abortion. There are lesbian
revelations, a discussion of the Anita Hill hearings and rampant
man bashing. Rheza (Lindsay Crouse) has been dumped by her husband
and bears a grudge. Hannah (Helen Slater) is married to Natalie's
ex-husband, and the two compare notes about the stinker. "If
you can love him, love him," says the ex. "But don't lose you.
How's your loft?" If the slumber-party bonhomie (bonfemmie?)
seems precious and fake, well, was The Big Chill really any
better?
</p>
<p> It's the pizza boy who tears it. A hunky delivery guy, shown
only from the biceps down, he arrives with an order midway through
the film, and the women taunt and ogle him in a not-so-subtle
commentary on the way men objectify women. Then Natalie lures
him into her bedroom for a "tip," strips off his clothes and
engages in a steamy midday roll in the hay. A startled male
critic's first thought is that this is an odd place for a fantasy
sequence.
</p>
<p> Unfortunately, the scene is real. Humping the pizza boy, it
seems, is some sort of statement about female empowerment. But
as the others listen to the couple's moaning and discuss the
interlude over white wine in the hot tub, a grumbly male critic
starts to have serious questions. What happened to the pizza?
Is all this really "an uncensored and undiluted glimpse into
the heart, soul and mind of the modern American woman," as the
press release says, or just a sappy brew of soap-opera banalities
and feminist wish fulfillment? And would you please excuse us
while we rent Dirty Harry?
</p>
</body>
</article>
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