Sybil is a famous, Emmy
award winning film starring Sally Field as Sybil, a real women possessed by 16
different personalities. This movie remains as a superbly acted, one-of-a-kind
achievement that has yet to be surpassed as the definitive cinematic treatment
on multiple personality disorder.
Sybil started life as a
1974 bestseller by Flora Rheta Schreiber, an absorbing account of the
pseudonymous Sybil’s struggles with multiple personality disorder and the 11
years psychiatric treatment that helped to integrate her sixteen personalities
into one. The book’s authenticity has been called into questions in recent
years, but the real “Sybil”, the late Shirley Ardell Mason, insisted up to her
death in 1998 that every word in the book was true.
In any event, I’d
probably like the movie adaptation better if it were more faithful to Schreiber’s
account. Primary among my whinge is the final integration of Sybil’s many
selves, in the book a long setback filled process that the movie compress into
a single afternoon in a park. This makes it difficult to elaborate the
treatment considered in the movie as it was pretty brief and incomplete.
I don’t think it’s much
of a stretch to call this as the finest movie I’ve seen, and probably the best
possible interpretation of this material. In some ways it even improves on the
book, most notably in the performances of Joanne Woodward as Sybil’s committed
shrink and Brad Davis as her confused boyfriend; in contrast to their literary
counterparts, who came off as little more than personality-free ciphers orbiting
around Sybil, both actors create fully-rounded, compelling characters. And, that leaves Sally Field as Sybil. This is
certainly one of the best works she has ever done; her frequent changes in
character, from the mousy Sybil to the more refined Vicky, the assertive Mary Lou,
or little girl Sybil Ann, are totally convincing.