Wannabe chef Al (Prinze Jr.) meets wannabe artist Imogen (Stiles) at a New York college and they fall in love.
Without any charm, wit or insight, writer-director Isacsson tries to fashion this paper thin premise into some kind of representative modern romance. He fails miserably. While Prinze Jr. and Stiles make cute leads, they can't conquer the risible dialogue and situations laid out in a script defined by its overwhelming nothingness: the relationship goes so swimmingly for three-quarters of the movie that the effect is akin to being stuck at dinner with a dull lovey-dovey couple.
Isacsson tries to bolster the "action" with directorial trickery, but this fails to disguise the anaemic feel. If you're looking for plus points, Henry Winkler (a perfect choice for Prinze Jr's dad) is always worth watching.