I didn't know what to think when I started watching this movie. The set up is so odd - this incredibly depressed, self-loathing writer, Wally Spivak, is essentially kidnapped and taken to Las Vegas against his will - - on Valentine's night!? And then, in a depressingly empty Valentine's themed Las Vegas dance club, the movie hooked me! In one of the most mesmerizingly beautiful, funny, yet melancholy "meet scenes" I've ever watched, Wally encounters what seems to be an apparition. This beautiful soulful blonde woman, Jeanine, timidly invites him to her hotel room. What follows is one of the craziest, most original love stories you'll ever see. You see, love is a theme here. Not just the obvious love of the opposite sex - but love in general - of art, friends, life, and, most importantly, of oneself. Wally, the writer, is put through the mill by a cast of wonderfully eccentric characters (some eccentrically odd; others eccentrically normal!) and comes out the other side a changed man. This is a movie for anyone familiar with being stuck in the mire and dreams of climbing out!
