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Party girls Thea and Sam and commitment-phobic Coles, cope with the changes that naturally occur from their days as bed-hopping students to their later incarnations as adults.

★★★★★

Note to Austin Chick: it is hard to empathise with the personal crises of people who are attractive, wealthy and having sex with anything that stands close enough - unless they are also archly witty and/or in a Woody Allen movie.

Chick's well-played but emotionally distant debut asks the audience to identify with the complicated (read: self-indulgent) relationship between party girls Thea (Robertson) and Sam (Stange) and commitment-phobic Coles (Ruffalo), from their days as bed-hopping students to their later incarnations as adults.

Had they not been so insufferably childish, it might have worked. The dialogue is intelligent, but the humourlessness - and the fact that most of the cast could use a good slap - results less in involving drama and more in the viewer being held hostage in a 90-minute therapy session for the well-dressed and narcissistic.

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