The premise of The Good Doctor is intriguing, but ultimately this story goes nowhere.
Dr. Martin Blake (Orlando Bloom—in his first appearance ever that he does not play an ancient warrior) is a young ambitious resident at a hospital in Los Angeles with everything going for him: good job, condo on the ocean, and a British accent he can use to pick up chicks. But Blake is not playing with a full deck. When he becomes enamored with a young teenage patient named Diane (Riley Keough), who has a kidney infection, he sabotages her medication in order to keep her in hospital for an extended stay: Bad idea for the good doctor. Young Diane dies. Now Blake has real problems, because his young patient had kept a journal that has fallen into the wrong hands. A drug addicted orderly (Michael Pena) finds the journal and begins using it to blackmail our unethical resident for opiates. What is a “good doctor” to do?
The set up is good and even appears to be a set up for a television series, but in the end, it is a flop. You keep thinking that Blake’s supervisor (Rob Morrow) or his domineering head nurse have an idea about has happened, but instead they wonder around as if they are clueless. This wouldn’t the first time a doctor has gone rogue, so the plot has promise. Director Lance Daly fails to deliver on what could have been a chilling experience for any hospital patient, The is question is will the “good doctor” fold when the police get a whiff of the nefarious deed, or will he continue on a haze of immorality and lack of conscience. (The Good Doctor is rated PG for mild violence and language.)
My Rating: 2 out 5 Wrong Drug Prescriptions.