I got caught up in this movie because of the first "monologue" with the psychiatrist. I knew it would have some sort of payoff later on, so I kept watching.
But I was expecting a gritty New York movie. That was shattered as soon as they showed all the people on the bus -- they're all white, pretty, preppy, and young 30s. And as the vignettes continued one after the other, we learned that they're all heterosexual.
I think there was a problem in taking what had originally been stage monologues and putting them into scenes with other characters: Most of the speakers came across as either so self-obsessed they were oblivious to letting anyone else speak (as in the woman speaking to her two friends about meeting the man), or surrounded by people who were tired of hearing them whine (as the woman who was talking to her roommate about her cell phone bill -- and where did they get all that floorspace in Manhattan?). Ultimately, I just wanted to shake these characters by the shoulders and yell, "Get over yourself!"
But I was expecting a gritty New York movie. That was shattered as soon as they showed all the people on the bus -- they're all white, pretty, preppy, and young 30s. And as the vignettes continued one after the other, we learned that they're all heterosexual.
I think there was a problem in taking what had originally been stage monologues and putting them into scenes with other characters: Most of the speakers came across as either so self-obsessed they were oblivious to letting anyone else speak (as in the woman speaking to her two friends about meeting the man), or surrounded by people who were tired of hearing them whine (as the woman who was talking to her roommate about her cell phone bill -- and where did they get all that floorspace in Manhattan?). Ultimately, I just wanted to shake these characters by the shoulders and yell, "Get over yourself!"