
This movie begins promisingly with some laughs. Nicole Kidman is funny as a driven New York television producer who gets unexpectedly fired and winds up moving to the burbs with her husband (Matthew Broderick). The community of Stepford is like a women's magazine from the 50s brought to life. The lawns are all immaculately manicured and the wives work out wearing dresses, strings of pearls and high heels. The men are all members of a mysterious club.
The fish-out-of-water laughs work for a while. Joanna Eberhart attends a neighborhood picnic dressed in a tiny black Manhattan-career-woman dress while all around her the other women and girls wear flowery sundresses and polka dots. She meets Bobbie Markowitz, a writer played by Bette Midler. The two women share the fact that they don't look, dress or act like the other Stepford wives.
Unfortunately once the mystery of Stepford begins to unravel so does the movie's ability to make sense. It seems at first that, like the original 70s television movie, the Stepford wives are in reality robots. The real wives were all murdered. The movie certainly makes this appear to be the case. In one scene one of the wives suffers a breakdown at a social function during which sparks shoot from her head. In another scene Matthew Broderick is shown the men's secret by having a husband demonstrate that his wife doubles as an ATM by extracting money from her mouth. Joanna even sees her robotic double at one point and Bette Midler, after being Stepfordized, doesn't feel her hand being burned on the stovetop.
Then for no apparent reason, except maybe some nervous studio execs wanted a cheerier ending, we learn abruptly that the women aren't robots after all. They've just had computer chips implanted in their brains. Huh?
In terms of editing and story continuity The Stepford Wives is easily one of the most amateurish big-budget productions ever to come out of Hollywood.

















