Review of The Secret Lives of Dentists (2002) by Anthony S — 02 Feb 2004

[b]The Secret Lives of Dentists,[/b] which stars Denis Leary as a crazy (stop reading if you haven't seen it) dispeptic alternative personality of a dentist was definitely not what I was expecting based on the Netflix blurb.

Of course, I didn't know what to expect, since I had never heard of it until my friend Missy asked if I wanted to see it. It sounded like a crazy ride, and it was either that or Thirteen. And Thirteen just seemed too serious, especially after an afternoon of Perfect Score levity.

Little did I know it was more along the lines of The Good Girl for depressing movies that want me to curl into a fetal position. Seeing movies about marriages at that level of despair really make me question the whole idea of relationships.

Being single, it's a lot easier for me to pretend I have all the answers, but movies like this, where communication just no longer exists between people make me sad.

But I liked it. I didn't love it. The more insane the main character went, and the more fucked up the movie got, the more I liked it. I loved the visions. But, as with the Good Girl, the ending makes me so angry where people just continue to live in miscommunication denial and misery.

Now that I can think back on it though, I actually enjoyed it more than The Good Girl. There was a crazier edge to it. And crazy is always a good thing.