While I do not find this film obnoxious, I think it contains no more than a minimum of worthy characters and scenes. New York City is probably the only locale in which it fits. Had it been filmed in, say, Kansas City, its credibility would have been instantly suspect. Although there must be many neurotic or otherwise obsessive-compulsive people in the Midwest, the manner in which they act out would seem almost normal compared to this melange of lost souls.
Yet there is a thread of truth apparent here. Twisted lives no matter how strange can be and for the most part deserve to be capable of salvation. Because the creator of the film has had the sense to center her opus on a very traditional kind of love story, it becomes possible for the viewer to get past all the obvious and hokey situations to come to a positive if tenuous appreciation.
When you find yourself having to make excuses for the director's labored execution of an otherwise decent scene or device, however, it generally indicates less than meets the eye.
Yet there is a thread of truth apparent here. Twisted lives no matter how strange can be and for the most part deserve to be capable of salvation. Because the creator of the film has had the sense to center her opus on a very traditional kind of love story, it becomes possible for the viewer to get past all the obvious and hokey situations to come to a positive if tenuous appreciation.
When you find yourself having to make excuses for the director's labored execution of an otherwise decent scene or device, however, it generally indicates less than meets the eye.