Deborah Foreman has been dumped on the street by her boyfriend; she's a jinx. As she is about to be assaulted by a street gang, the telephone rings, and it's Ted Raimi, trying to call a help line; he hasn't left his apartment for six months because of his natural fear of giant spiders, extra-terrestrials, mad doctors, and of course, rappers. He invites her over, but the street gag is blocking her, so he puts on his superhero costume and sallies forth.
Josh Becker's movie is quite a clever little romantic comedy, that satirizes.... well, to be honest, I'm not sure what. Is Miss Foreman a jinx? Is Raimi insane? Apart from his delusions, I mean, and do their delusions include love at first sight? And just because you think the mad doctors are out there -- and the film maker cooperates by showing them to the audience -- what's a crippling insanity? It's a question that afflicts us currently, not just personally, but politically.
In any case, the performances are good, the camera work watchable, and I had a good time.
