It is absolutely true that many Victorian-era doctors would masturbate their female patients. It wasn’t a fetish marketed as legitimate treatment but a widely accepted cure-all for the blanket diagnosis of “hysteria.”
We encounter this strange world of clinical sex acts through Mortimer Granville (Hugh Dancy), loosely based on the Mortimer Granville who invented the electric vibrator. For our purposes, Granville is an idealistic doctor fighting for progress in a field that still deals in leeches. Unfortunately, through his eyes we end up with a steampunk caricature of 1880s England, with more figurative winking at the camera than a sense of authenticity. As Granville stumbles uncomfortably into a gig of physician-prescribed fingering, it’s as though director Tanya Wexler is screaming at us: “Isn’t it great how we now know that female orgasms are real?! And that mental disorders are nuanced?!”
But Dancy carries his lot quite well, playing Granville with earnest charisma even as the good doctor begins to develop carpal tunnel syndrome. The richest moments come as he’s on the cusp of innovation, in the company of his childhood friend Lord Edmund (the always extravagant Rupert Everett). Edmund’s hobbies include futzing with electrical generators and sexual debauchery. It’s only a matter of time before this duo stumbles onto the idea of a handheld marital aid. Then, Hysteria becomes what it really is: a sex comedy with a hint of slapstick.
It’s when Wexler tries to explore medical ethics that we lose track of whether we’re supposed to laugh or feel challenged. That’s because Hysteria seems to reflect the same prudishness in dealing with female “paroxysms” as the era it’s trying to question, opting to depict “therapeutic massage” by making a spectacle of it. Wexler places only women of a certain age in the stirrups, and they are played exclusively by actresses with distinctive (and not classically attractive) features. One of the regular patients is, I am sorry to say, a rotund opera singer.
Perhaps we can handle our own awkward medical history only if it’s packaged as a romantic comedy. Hysteria
dutifully (if clunkily) broaches feminist issues of the day by pitting
Granville against his employer’s suffragette daughter Charlotte (Maggie
Gyllenhaal as a radical not unlike her socialist baker in Stranger Than Fiction). If Hysteria
can’t settle on how to have this discussion, at least we get a fiery
Gyllenhaal and a few seedy facts to break out at cocktail parties.
Critic’s Grade: B-
SEE IT: Hysteria is rated R and opens Friday at Fox Tower, Hollywood Theatre.