******Minor Spoilers************ I liked the atmosphere in "Lulu on the Bridge" more than anything else. The atmosphere of New York City, of jazz, of Harvey Keitel. Too bad it didn't have a better script, it could have been a real good movie and a hit. It's a fantastical tale about the near-fatal gunshot wounding of jazz saxophonist, Keitel, that leaves him with a perforated lung, and unable to perform. He's depressed, but then his ex-wife takes him to dinner and on the way home he finds a dead body (with a perfect hole through the head) and a package containing a very mysterious blue glowing and levitating stone. And then things take a turn for the weird, including an improbable love affair with the Mira Sorvino character. I wanted to like this movie more than I did. It was hurt by a weak script, and a director who couldn't overcome it.