Students of cinema should add this film to their list of productions that fail primarily because of the lack of a script. When characters are told by the director to take a concept and wing it, the result may be pure genius or -- in this case -- something that reflects life too closely to be art. Anyone who has been around real people as shallow and uninteresting as the two main characters here (Falk's is an exception; he would be a pro even if he read the telephone directory aloud) either identifies with them or finds them toxic. So much for the evident polarities of reviews for this film thus far.
