I watched this last night. So trashy — like an AI robot created a Jacqueline Susann script set in a hospital.
Dyan Cannon (in a giant backcombed 'do, wearing a white fur coat) vows to sleep with all her friends' doctor husbands at the hospital and tells them so. Murder ensues.
The wives drink! Take pills! Shoot up morphine which, inexplicably, turns Janice Rule into a nympho who writhes on the bedroom floor in a Pucci cat suit. Two of the medical students at the hospital also are nymphos! And then there's Richard Crenna, carrying on a tortured checkerboard affair with the black head nurse (Diana Sands) whose adorable child has a brain tumor. Plot lines come and go, replaced with new ones every ten minutes.
Gene Hackman! Carroll O'Connor! Cara Williams! Ralph Bellamy! And Rachel Roberts as a female golfer doctor's wife (hint hint) who responds to the death of a main character by snarling, "I don’t feel any pity, any remorse for that oversexed kook. None. Now. Do you want a cocktail?”
It's no VOTD, but "Doctors' Wives" doesn't deserve being ignored in the pantheon of glossy trash cinema. Free on Amazon Prime!