Multi-character cross-pollination romantic comedy, widely described as Woody Allenesque. This seems to signify that (a) it takes place in New York City; (b) the line, "What are you talking about?," is spoken frequently and disingenuously when the speaker knows full well what's being talked about; and (c) the writer-director is also the star. For all that, the description would fit more snugly if (a) Edward Burns were, or had, as well articulated a screen persona as Woody Allen; (b) he could see himself occasionally with analytical and self-mocking detachment instead of always as a Really Cool Guy; and (c) his wit were sharp enough to cut butter. He undoubtedly has more generosity than Allen, not just in sharing the lines and the limelight with his surrounding cast but also in showering them with acceptance and affection. Only one in the central core of six -- Stanley Tucci -- is an out-and-out rat fink, although all the men tend to act a little like con artists. All the women, meanwhile, tend to act carbonated. (Heather Graham and Brittany Murphy, but not Rosario Dawson, tend in addition to act vigorously shaken before opening.) So if the scope and scale of the thing are completely human, the acting and the writing are not. And that lazy device of direct-to-camera interviews of the characters cannot give it a documentary verisimilitude without raising the question of who's doing the interviewing. And why. With David Krumholtz and Dennis Farina. (2001) — Duncan Shepherd
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