The Good Doctor

Irish director Lance Daly, who last helmed the exquisite, magical Kisses, brings the same stark, dreamy palette to this decidedly different tale about a medical resident overwhelmed by his newfound responsibility and power. The premise of The Good Doctor, a phrase/theme reiterated ad nauseam throughout the script, is disturbing (and purposely so), but unfortunately too hard to swallow to elicit the sympathetic response the filmmakers are going for. Reactions instead range from disbelief to disgust.
Orlando Bloom stars as Dr. Martin Blake, a British doctor with a dowdy haircut just arrived at a Los Angeles-area hospital with an obsessive eye toward a prestigious infectious diseases fellowship. His goal is jeopardized, however, by a Spanish-speaking patient with a penicillin allergy and a nurse with a chip on her shoulder (Taraji P. Henson)—due, perhaps, to his attitude that he’s too important for tasks like drawing blood. When teenage patient Diane (Elvis’ granddaughter, Riley Keough) presents with a kidney disorder, he sees an opportunity to make a name for himself and achieve what he thought came automatically with a medical license: respect.