I didn't like it because it seemed like it was too full of itself. I enjoyed some of the actors' portrayals and some moments elicited laughter, however for the most part it seemed a masturbatory affair about clichés regarding New York, musicians, artists, idealism = uselessness, young couples and their troubles, with some irreverent twee magic "surrealism" monologues which are actually the only good moments in the film. You will probably like this film if you wear no socks with shoes, have moustache wax, a collection of vintage cameras and/or a couple Belle & Sebastian albums. An utterly missable watch. I do wish a lot of young film makers would be more critical or aware of glaring and objectifying clichés running rampant throughout their work, rather than ham- fistedly wielding them like rubber chickens while flogging the movie-watching public with their excretions on cinema. The delineation between sincerity, sarcasm and irony is far too subtle and haphazard for my tastes. In the end they took my money, so I'm feeling a bit violated right now.
