away, Lisa Kudrow's constant whining and the usually solid (but lackluster here) Martin Donovan's masochistic
simp should finish you off. The script is loaded with the lazy
young Turk's approach to "clever observations about modern life"--namely, two-bit cynicism, which was mildly
fresh about 10 years ago. Potshots aplenty at Christians
and gays--wow, how "revolutionary"! Oh, and Lyle Lovett
does Lyle Lovett to a "T." Still, this movie had potential; too
bad it was utterly squandered by unimaginative direction,
bad writing, and insufferable characters. What could've
been a wry, dark comedy falls apart under the weight of all
the post-modern pretense, nasty attitude, and Ricci's grating narration, a vapid effort at a clever conceit. Thank
heavens she redeemed herself completely in later projects!
Christopher Lee's cameo is sadly very brief; the plot would've benefited from more MI-5 intrigue, a thread that is introduced but abandoned.
By the way, if you don't think the idea of someone living under a subway station is "believable" visit New York City some time. There are THOUSANDS of people living under the streets and subways there.