The lives of a group of young New Yorkers, all suffering in their own ways, trying to find success, love and happiness in spite of life’s hurdles.
After the first three minutes of this film I hated it. A fully naked girl creeps out of a man’s bedroom, as a telephone awakens him, he jumps out of bed (with boxers on) and the story begins. It was such a generic, hopeless outset that I dreaded the next 97 minutes. It did get better. The film isn’t without qualities that provoke me into shouting at screens. Things like we have all these young pretty people doing NOTHING – a bit of painting, writing novels that are recurrently rejected by publishers – eating, drinking and having all manners of fun, with no thought to how the hell anyone is paying for all of this. The main character lives alone in a sizable apartment in New York City and is a failed writer. In this day and age, that is just not possible. Through all this red mist flying over my eyes, I did warm to the film. The actors do their part (Tony Hale being especially likable), it’s adequately written and directed and Radnor is a charming actor. It also finds a way of being entirely generic and slightly original at the same time. I also liked the fact that the particulars of taking a small, random child home with you are not forgotten. Who is taking care of this boy when he’s out sexing up waitresses? Drinking in bars? Consoling friends? No one that’s who, and the film doesn’t let us forget it. As his first effort into filmmaking, I look forward to what he can do in the future. Just remember Josh, men sleep naked too.