If you’re looking for a movie to see with your girl that won’t have you checking your watch, cringing uncontrollably, or hurling into your Milk Duds, this meditation on love and mortality could be the one. Although there are a couple of corn ball moments, you’ll overlook them, because while your date can ponder the film’s central spiritual question—“Is love a trick that nature pulls on us so we’ll keep reproducing, or is it the only meaning in this crazy dream?�—you can focus on more tangible issues, like Alexa Davolos, or the sultriest lesbian love scenes this side of Mulholland Drive, or Radha Mitchell’s naughty bits. (Four words: Full. Frontal. Nudity. Awesome.) The story chronicles the love lives of Kinnear, Blair, Mitchell, Toby Hemingway, and Davolos, with Freeman in the … Morgan Freeman role, as sage counsel to them all. When a cash-strapped Davolos asks Freeman if she and her boyfriend should make a sex tape for money, wondering who will buy it, he tells her, “Oh, they’ll buy it. Blind people would buy it.� The same could be said of this frank depiction of sexuality.-By J.B.
