Minor masterpiece. Everybody gets not only what they deserve but what is best for them. Saffron Burrows, dumping her shallow lover, explodes in a controlled rage that is so perfectly positioned I could only shake my head in wonder and admiration, and I have never seen anything quite so uniquely touching in a film as Carla Gugino's funky gesture re Matt Letscher's brow sweat. I could go on and on. No clichés. One of those rare movies in which every scene surprises. Great depth and restraint to the performances. These actors may never again get a chance to be so human in a film. Very, very amusing on what I would call a high level. And LA has never looked more idyllic, perfect for what is being served up: palpable Grace.
Postscript 2020: this filmmakers last directing job. !!!! What a world.
