talk, talk, talk, conflict,, more conflict, resolution with everyone full of impossible insight how many movies like this have been made? ah well... a good way for actors to learn to emote and a harmless waste of a few thousand dollars. No more painful than any of the thousand forgettable others. Has a nice, natural look,solid direction. No stand-outs among the ensemble but nothing made me cringe, either The dialogue was also very realistic so it seems Sam Neave the writer/director/ editor has loads of talent, just didn't have much of a story to wield it on.He also had the luck or the smarts to have Daddy Redford's little girl Amy as one of his stars. Can't hurt the funding. She did a fine job, BTW.

Yuck. This film was a waste of time. The premise isn't so bad with a lot of old friends getting together at a party. The results are they just all start fighting and screaming at each other for at least the last half of the movie. I understand it was low budget and all but there was a point where you could see the camera guy reflected in a picture on the wall. Way to take away any inkling that this could really happen! Spare yourself!

I took today off, and I don't feel like watching soaps, so I have the Sundance Channel on right now. What a mistake!This movie irritated me from the minute I turned it on. Yet, as the exercise in scatalogical drivel continued, I was transfixed. How could something this pseudo-pretentious get funded? I have to find out.Pretentious is not even the appropriate descriptor. For havens sake, with lines like "I have changed, and I thought you had changed", the script should have been burned.The only character I vaguely liked was Naima, and only because she doesn't speak English---or so we think. The minute she spoke about Reza, the last tiny shred of dignisty in this film evaporated.I should sue the Sundance Channel for this tripe. An hour and a half of my life that I will never get back again.

I love indie movies, even marginal or bad ones. Unfortunately, if I see many more as horrible as this one, I may have to reconsider. How this made it onto Sundance channel is beyond me. A bunch of self-important, self-obsessed, miserable East Coast thirtysomethings for the most part behaving badly. Technically passable (for an indie), with passable performances, covering ground that nobody could care much about.