The thriller genre draws the audience along and succeeds in educating
them “by the way.” Viewers see the many faces of modern psychiatry, including
everything from pharmacotherapy counseling sessions to electroconvulsive
therapy, and the attentive layperson can leave the theater with basic knowledge
of depression and SSRIs, along with their side effects and what it’s like to be
on them.
Psychiatry is an easy field to oversimplify. But Side
Effects avoids both witch hunting psychiatrists and propagandizing SSRIs. Its
critique of psychiatry is oblique. In 1975, Milos Forman aimed for psychiatry’s
chest and unloaded both barrels with Nurse Ratched in One Flew Over a Cuckoo’s Nest.
Side Effects used the facts of modern psychiatry as a mostly accurate (if
somewhat exaggerated) background; it is a great film set against the intriguing
tapestry that is modern psychiatry.
Side Effects seems to cover all the sticky issues in
Psychiatry. Lesser movies would simplify the issues. Side Effects keeps them
sticky, and uses the stickiness to make the plot gripping. It is uniquely able
to do this because of its genre. In a non-thriller, the good guys and bad guys
are usually pretty clear; the viewer’s sympathies rarely shift. In Side
Effects, Soderbergh is able to give the viewer sympathy for good and bad
psychiatrists, good and bad patients, and everyone in between; it is truly a
full-spectrum emotional experience. The viewer gets to feel the deep sadness and
isolation of depression, despair of suicidality, shame at having to see a
psychiatrist, discomfort at a doctor’s “frivolous” prescription, hope that an
antidepressant is actually working, and frustration at intolerable side
effects. The viewer sympathizes with the psychiatrist’s guilt from a terrible patient
outcome, anger at the malingerer, tiredness from overwork, and stress about
finances. The viewer sees even the patient’s partner’s perspective, feeling
their frustration and powerlessness.
The film powerfully combats stigma against those with
psychiatric illness, and it does so by not combating it. In the late 1980’s,
Jay Winsten and the Harvard Alcohol Project convinced popular TV shows (e.g. Cosby,
Cheers) to donate several seconds of their scripts to including a “designated
driver.” Without much finger-wagging or public education, the concept caught on
and dramatically reduced the stigma of arranging to have someone drive you
home. Side Effects does a similar thing with psychiatry. It doesn’t do much
finger-wagging; it simply shows the pain caused by stigma and judgment and the
dark road a depressed patient must walk down. The audience actually feels
empathy for someone struggling with depression and the pain of judgment. Such
empathy is very difficult to generate, especially for people who are “crazy.”
Despite its being a thriller, the film also touches on the
deep philosophical question: who are we? A psychiatric patient is defended from
a crime by claiming she was a, “victim of circumstance and biology.” The film
asks us all, “Are we all victims of circumstance and biology?” Various
high-performing not-mentally-ill characters seek medication to help improve
their performance which, as one character explains, makes it, “Easier to be who
you are.” Are we truly ourselves only when on our medications? And are
medications the only defense we have against sadness and stress? In a poignant
scene, a depressed character begins crying at a party. Her friend comes as if
to console her, but ends up only offering a drug recommendation. The party
guests look on the crying woman with embarrassment, unable to comfort or accept
her, and she runs out of the party, ashamed.
The most important theme of the movie, and the crux of the
plot, deals with diagnosis. The central tensions of the thriller are the daily
questions of the psychiatrist: Who is really sick? Did this pill cause that?
What should I, the doctor, do? These everyday uncertainties become matters of
life and death, fame and disgrace. In the film, the stakes are very high for
knowing if the symptoms are real. This fictional story reminds us that for
patients, these are always matters of life and death. A correct diagnosis may
well change a patient’s life.
In the film, one of the psychiatrists points out that the
cardiologist can see the heart attack coming because he has tests, and then asks,
“What test there is for sadness?” I hope that this is the last decade that such
a film can be set. “The Sting,” a film set in the 1930’s, shows a central dupe which
required the protagonists to delay telegraph information. When I saw it, I
smiled at the quaint idea of slow information. I hope that our children can
look at Side Effects and remember the quaint time when mental illness could not
be diagnosed except by interview.