But the chance to play drunk is too much for some - ditto the opportunity to play saintly. Poor Meg doesn't want to be remembered as the actress who faked orgasm in public; she wants to be remembered as the actress who threw up in public instead. When a Man Loves a Woman doesn't do much for the movie-goer and it isn't meant to. It's not about entertainment or pleasure; it's about professional vanity and proving you're a heavyweight and winning awards, just like Debra Winger's turn in A Dangerous Woman (Oscar-nominated) and Sissy Spacek in The River (Oscar-nominated) and Richard Gere in King David (a hoot).
Most of these pictures lose money. They are as much indulgences for the studios as they are for the stars. They happen solely to keep the artists sweet and to get them to sign to some piece of trash they really don't want to do. It's tit for tat - emphasis on the tat - and damn the punters. They'll sit still for anything, won't they?