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Barry Munday wakes up after being attacked to realize that he's missing his family jewels. To make matters worse, he learns he's facing a paternity lawsuit filed by a woman he can't remember having sex with.
Self involved thirty somethings in relationships that defy interest or explanation.
I kept expecting to care about the characters in this film at some point, but realized after 45 minutes that mostly I disliked each and every one of them. If this is an inside view of NY's thirty something elite I wonder why more buildings don't voluntarily fall on the city to rid it of it's self indulgent and invariably uninteresting population.
Of the four leads, Debra Messing was the only one to make the slightest sense and she was as two dimensional as a paper doll. Selma Balir did a credible job with her character, since the character seems to be as bored as she is boring. The men were all caricatures of various types, but none were in the slightest individuals to be sympathized with, and I can only hope that there were few who could relate to them in any way. I was bored. BORED! BORED! BORED! I recommend you look discreetly aside at the video store and opt for a documentary on paint drying. Or, if you are feeling particularly in need of self punishment. go to the kitchen and stick a fork in your eye.
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