Took the edge off a bit, even if my watching was mostly passive. My eyes were already itchy, so I was desperate for it to stay desaturated, but it gets its groove going over halfway through when there's more Bob Gunton - the brief Mexican restaurant scene is wonderfully lit, with a wild extra or two. Emily Lloyd's style gets more dynamic as well. Bob Gunton delivers the best line, "It's A SYMBOL, YOU MEATHEAD!". The lawyer, Carmine, and the other boss are all have enough idiosyncracies to really light me up - wasn't getting that as much from Peter Falk, whom I adore. Only sparsely does Ephron's writing credit make sense, barely.
I approve Adrian Pasdar as the love interest; any male love interest who looks plastered with sweat and amniotic fluid is dynamite in my book.