Ooh, look at us! We listen to the Smiths and make mixtapes! I'm a vegan buddhist communist, or something! The cloyingly hip superficiality of this movie (interestingly, directed by the author of its source material) is, luckily, just that. Just as with the characters, beneath the poseurish surface, this is a film of great sensitivity.

Mark O'Connor's second film has a tendency towards the trite, the muddled, and the overreaching - a shame, since his micro-budget debut, Between the Canals, was so good in a way so honest and naturalistic. Some of the performances are outright bad.

Intriguing three-act structure, occasionally mired in narrative contrivances, overall very good; Bradley Cooper is chamaeleonic.