A silly, sexy stage play

This film has been panned in many places, except, of course, on IMDb, which is NOT a reliable source for objective film criticism.

This is not so much a flick as a sexy stage play: 80% of the scenes take place in a bedroom. The dialogue is shop-worn and cliched, the characters are cut from cardboard, and the 'story' (you should excuse the expression) ends flat on the screen.

The 'message' of this flick, after 85-plus minutes of blather, is that sex is great, but without love it inevitably becomes a futile exercise, a form of masturbation with physical assistance. Or something like that.

Enter the problem: this is a 'message' that has been delivered countless times before on film, both directly and indirectly.

Maybe you have to be under 30 to really 'get' this movie. If it were a lot funnier and not so 'cutesy,' it might have worked. If it didn't try to be another Sex and the City with too many telephones, it might have worked. If it were a crafty satire, it might have worked. But it's none of these things. It's just more pretentious silliness.