You probably know the story line: a woman goes to a gay maleclub and slashes her wrists in the toilet. A patron of the club findsher, saves her and they strike a bargain. She will pay him to watchher expose herself and tell her what he sees and feels. Essentially,he is to be a reporter and she an audience of one. You get the sensethat Rupert Murdoch is unlikely to buy this channel.So, with that introduction, we have a string of graphic sex scenesand pompous pronouncements on the nature of male/femalerelationships. It's hard to say which is more boring.You may be a bitamused that the male protagonist and recipient of all this wisdom is gay.Or you may find that to be merely another aspect of the overallbombasticity and pretentiouscity of this thoroughly silly film.--Lynn Hoffman, author of The New Short Course in Wine