My wife and I rented

My wife and I rented the sank-without-a-trace comedramedy (I should trademark this last word) Kissing Jessica Stein over the weekend. It was an interesting movie about personal and nervous explorations of sexuality, the demands of living in New York while trying to date at the same time, and the odd role that Jewish families play in the lives of their kids today.
Well directed and acted (though I wished I could see Ms. Stein’s paintings that she so obsessed about) — the ending is a failure and I won’t say more. Well, I will say this: how did evidently talented producers decide to take away the entire meaning of a film in the last 30 seconds? Hm?

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