Gypsy (2017)

Crudup makes the most of his unconventional cuckold, letting you see how the unexamined privilege of this easy, breezy good guy enables Jean. The surrounding characters lack similar depth, and I wish there were more invention in the filmmaking. Still, Watts has enough shine to make Gypsy a wandering, adventurous character-study worth following.

Gypsy is an elaborately structured drama that's too derivatively clever by at least half; throughout, its intricately arranged causes and effects grow stiflingly busy and thematic, resembling a behavioral proof that Rubin seems determined to confirm.

For anyone engaged in psychotherapy, Gypsy presents a nightmare, but its lazy execution is not worth the time commitment.

While Naomi Watts is a fantastic actress and gives a great effort, her character is so unpleasant and performs a series of irrational acts that she’s challenging to watch. Instead of being risqué, without clarity or a proper protagonist Gypsy is a series that just can’t seem to find its voice.

It’s effective intrigue, yes, but a kind quickly deadened by dialogue stupefying in its torpidity--as is the case throughout--and by the flatness of these characters.

Something’s missing, but the flaw doesn’t leap out at you. The series is elegant, sensitively acted and directed--and an utter snooze. ... There’s nothing wrong with it except everything.

A depressingly bad show for the talent it wastes on horrendous dialogue, unbelievable characters, and the kind of soapy plotting you’re more likely to see on a Lifetime TV movie than prestige drama.