Critics can analyze and defend this film all they want but I challenge any normal person to get through this thing with a straight face. The proper response to all this deadly serious nonsense is to howl at the moon. It gives "art" a bad name. All those two-person conversations where no one looks at each other! The only movement being from one sofa to another! The expressionless faces! The endless talk about work vs. love and whether the twain shall ever meet! Who talks like that? The same theme has been done better (and faster) elsewhere (i.e. "The Red Shoes"). Whatever good intentions went into this film are negated by the mannered execution, so stagy it takes several minutes just for each character to drift in and out of the room. It must be seen to be believed! I'm giving it a couple of stars just for the utter gall of foisting this ponderous yackety-yak on an unsuspecting public.
