Lack of good storyline.

brilliant actors, brilliant editing

A story that's too fascinating to pass by...

Excellent and certainly provocative... If nothing else, the film is a real conversation starter.

When the lawyers start coming out of the woodwork towards the end of "Breast Men", most of the entertainment value has already drained away. What starts out as an insightful look into the female psyche, winds up splattered all over the courtroom floor. Along the way, nice performances by David Schwimmer and Chris Cooper get lost in the dramatically glorified corruption which results from their success. This uneasy mix of professional plastic surgery and promotional advertising eventually ends in a fun house of mirrors. After the intriguing beginning, things steadily slide downhill, and the characters become less and less likable, as does the entire movie. - MERK

With a title like "Breast Men", one would expect at least some entertainment value, a little bit of cheesy humor, something that would live up to the promise of the title. Well, friends, this movie fails to deliver on almost every level. How, you may wonder, can this be? This movie makes medical history, breasts, and the 60s, 70s, and 80s boring--no small feat.First off--yes, there are breasts. Lots of them. Large, small, droopy, and perky. Some of the talking head bits (well really talking breasts, since we see no heads), somewhat like those in the vastly superior "Kinsey", are mildly amusing. The two brightest elements in the film are Lisa Marie--as the model for the breast implant--and Emily Proctor, injecting a good deal of charm into what is a generally charmless firm.The film follows the careers of Drs. Saunders (David Schwimmer) and Larson (Chris Cooper), the inventors of the breast implant. (Supposedly, the film is based on the actual inventors. Let us hope that their lives were somewhat more interesting.) We start with the stereotypes of the gruff older doctor (Cooper) and the young inventive hotshot (Schwimmer) and sink rapidly from there. Chris Cooper is a far better actor than one would guess from performance--all he is here is a bundle of crabbiness. David Schwimmer is far worse--does this man have any talent besides a hangdog look? Here, he goes from young and hangdog to sleazy and hangdog to sleazier and hangdog--it is a merciful relief (spoiler) when his Corvette gets mashed at the end of the film. He maintains one basic expression--constipated. (It would be interesting to match him with Kristin Scott Thomas, who also looks perpetually blocked...wait, that is just too dreadful to contemplate.) Oh yes, the music isn't bad, and the costumer designer and art director had some fun with some truly hideous 70s styles. But the visual delights are not enough. If you could roast this turkey, it would be completely lacking in taste and texture. (I give it a two only for the music and the art direction.) As Charlie Brown would say--bleahhh.

Very nicely done and serious drama. The nudity/sexuality is just adequate. I wish American people finally accept nudity/sexuality as OK for the sake of art. European movie production is far better in this sense. That's why MPAA censorship needs to be abolished. Adults do not need a censor!Actors are doing wonderful job. As to moral/ethical aspects movie does not have any serious claims here. It's just a movie. It should not be taken as who is for implants, why women do it, is it good or bad, it simply shows a story based on reality.Finally, one point about the issue itself. The golden age for breast implants is gone and will never return again. Fewer and fewer women do it and will do it in the future. The point here is that doctor-made breasts fal at most into 4-5 categories. Otherwise they all look alike. In erotic industry "all-natural" and even small breasts are far popular today than those silicons.

The fact that women respond more positively to this film than men is sad for two reasons: 1)"Breast Men" exploits the hell out of breasts, 2)It places the blame for breast implants, including their problems, entirely on women--who want to look sexy for men--not on social pressures. "Breast Men" could have made its point--that women want men to notice their breasts and often resolve to implants--just as effectively with only a tenth of the amount of breasts shown. The filmmaker's used this theme as their opportunity to showcase female nudity. Kubrick did it in "Eyes Wide Shut." I'm a male hetero and even I think the film went too far. I mean, did we really need the stripping and the coke-off-the-tit scenes? As for who to place the blame on for the breast implant controversy, the film clearly argues that it is the women. Schwimmer doesn't have to do any scheming to come up with the implant idea--he just notices his neighbor's concern over her own breast size. And after the ad for breast implants is put out, women flock to the doctor's office. Furthermore, it is a woman who pushes Schwimmer into giving her grotesquely large breast implants, not some horny guy. In addition, all of the talking breasts and the woman on the Phil Donahue Show make it clear that they want or had breast implants for their own personal satisfaction, not someone else's. Even ordinary women, like the one in the studio audience, are obsessed with having large breasts. Breast implants are portrayed as a negative thing only in that they can be hazardous to a woman's health. Neither the morality nor the objectifying consequence they have on women are addressed for more than 5 seconds. I'd like to sell the Bay Bridge to any woman who thinks "Breast Men" takes a serious, critical look at the world of breast implants. If women do think so, however, and agree with the film's blaming of women as the ones responsible for society's fascination with big breasts, then that reveals a sad truth about women that I would rather believe isn't true. Women in this film value themselves entirely on their breast size, and if that's true in reality--as the female response to this film seems to indicate--women can't blame us men for seeing them as nothing more than a pair of breasts.