I developed a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach within the first few minutes of Waltzing Anna. It's that dimly unpleasant feeling I get when I'm watching a film that I wish was going to be good, but realize it's not going to be -- and that I'm going to have to write a review about it, like it or not. When you can predict the plot-line of the entire film accurately within the first couple minutes, that's never a good sign; when that plot is suspiciously like that of another (better) film, it's even worse.

Here are the basic elements of Waltzing Anna, which I had pegged before the opening credits were through: (1) Rich, unscrupulous doctor, who doesn't really care about patients and is only in it for the money; (2) Through a somewhat-contrived circumstance, the doctor is forced to a rural setting where he feels out of place, to tend to an assortment of patients he doesn't care about; (3) Somewhere around about the 20-minute or so mark, the doctor will meet a beautiful woman who lives in said rural setting. She will be smart, lovely, and way out of his league, but he, being the arrogant jerk that he is, won't realize this right away ...

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