Stupid cowardly insecure people doing stupid cowardly insecure things. With stupid dialog thrown in for good measure. That's pretty much the essence of this film. (While at the same time trying to somehow make itself out to be "indie art".) Of course, in the classic Oprah "men bad women good" mode, the men are made out to be MORE stupid, despite the fact that there's really no basis for that whatsoever, given the fact that, in context, the women are just as stupid as the men.
Some of the characters cheat, some of the characters probably want to cheat -- and they ALL need to grow up. A lot. And so does the writer -- and the director. As another reviewer pointed out, this film goes nowhere. SLOWLY. VERY SLOWLY. If you enjoy predictable, sophomoric post-teenage angst, where real relationships are confused with cowardly mutual using, and wanting and loving are inexorably confused, then you'll have a blast with this film. If you're looking for something more -- ANYTHING more -- you'll be sorely disappointed. Why? Because there's little else provided -- no real character development, no discernible meaningful dialog, and even less plot. The "main" character is actually the city of New York. And given the fact that there's little shown that hasn't already BEEN shown about New York, there just isn't much to engage most viewers.
More importantly, I found little to no empathy for ANY of the characters (with the possible exception of Chloe, but even that's a stretch), and that's always a bad thing. When you don't care about the characters or what they're doing or what happens to them, you can't possibly care about the film itself. (Of course, if you're immature and sophomoric yourself, then there's probably a lot to relate to. And that definitely seems to be the target audience here.) This is one of those films that tries way too hard to be cool and hip, and ends up failing. Miserably. It's like "Friends" on PCP.
Some of the characters cheat, some of the characters probably want to cheat -- and they ALL need to grow up. A lot. And so does the writer -- and the director. As another reviewer pointed out, this film goes nowhere. SLOWLY. VERY SLOWLY. If you enjoy predictable, sophomoric post-teenage angst, where real relationships are confused with cowardly mutual using, and wanting and loving are inexorably confused, then you'll have a blast with this film. If you're looking for something more -- ANYTHING more -- you'll be sorely disappointed. Why? Because there's little else provided -- no real character development, no discernible meaningful dialog, and even less plot. The "main" character is actually the city of New York. And given the fact that there's little shown that hasn't already BEEN shown about New York, there just isn't much to engage most viewers.
More importantly, I found little to no empathy for ANY of the characters (with the possible exception of Chloe, but even that's a stretch), and that's always a bad thing. When you don't care about the characters or what they're doing or what happens to them, you can't possibly care about the film itself. (Of course, if you're immature and sophomoric yourself, then there's probably a lot to relate to. And that definitely seems to be the target audience here.) This is one of those films that tries way too hard to be cool and hip, and ends up failing. Miserably. It's like "Friends" on PCP.