No one can accuse independent filmmaker Henry Jaglom of inconsistency. A number of his movies employ a mix of improvisation, scripted story, and video-friendly talking heads ordinary women (or actresses who admirably look like them) who face the camera to jaw on a given topic. Some viewers may be suspicious of a man so keen on such female trouble as obsessions with food (Eating), getting conned by romance (Venice/Venice), and, here, having babies. But Jaglom seems to love women generally even the ones whose all-consuming desperation for pregnancy borders on the repellent and his wife especially (she's his star and cowriter). Babyfever is a valentine to them and to thirty-somethings for whom too much talk about personal problems is never enough. B-
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Posted May 31, 1996
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