Spare yourself the pretension on this one.
You'll know in the first couple of minutes - when there is an excruciatingly tedious camera pan thru the home set to a soap-opera-worthy piano accompaniment - that it's not gonna be good; ever heard the term "engaging"? Well this one's the antonym.
Goldblum's basically just playing Goldblum, still again.
It's so bad there are frequent character voice overs - underscored by a sparring saxophone and oboe trills - to make sure to explain to you how "sensitive" these male characters all are in their inner most thoughts.
Of course, since it is basically a male story, and most of the main male characters are wusses, in all male bonding moments - in bars and all, don't you know - they start completely unnecessarily swearing and spewing sexually disparaging language like he-man sailors, or at least the probably solidly suburban-bred scriptwriters' idea of such - while jovially slapping street guys heartily on the back, but not too hard.
It's all awful - the story is ridiculous, the acting is SOOO self-aware, the script is painfully stilted - it's all just awful.
Spoilers? Why bother, the whole's thing's just rancid.
So, guess what, I don't recommend this one. Lol :-)
