After reading some posters'reviews praising this film to high heaven, I have to wonder if I saw the same film they did.
This is one of those films that tries desperately hard to be clever and merely succeeds in being a wannabe. It takes more than a laundry list of clichés - the slow-paced scenes, the needlessly convoluted conversations, the jazzy score, etc. - to make a film qualify as good. Let's start with the characters. The leading male tries to be Robert Mitchum, but only manages to look like he swallowed a ramrod. His "perky" friend gives what must be one of the silliest, most mortifying and annoying performances I ever saw. A 30-something who acts like a 12 y/o. She riffles through other women's handbags, tries on their lipstick (uninvited, of course), and jumps up and down on beds, if you please. For goodness sake, not even kids do that anymore. Then there's the ex wife, the famous woman with a high end job, who earns more than her ex-husband, so she believes that gives her the right to verbally kick him around. Had enough? Me too.
The only good thing about this film is that the director kept it mercifully short. Still, since there is no accounting for taste, there are those who seem to have liked this pretentious bit of fluff judging by the way the gushed over it. Just like those other terribly clever people who gushed over the emperor's new clothes.
