I admit I’d drunk a bottle of red before this; but the film really struck me, the constant shifting focusing of the camera and lighting drew me in like a moth; I was captivated by the glances of Manhattan such as a water-tower from China Town, the lighthouse under GW bridge; but perhaps it helps that I’ve spent time there. Meg Ryan was unlike I’ve seen her before but I’m not so sure about her role, in fact the characters and story seemed a little inconsequential; the film was certainly somewhat explicit but not particularly gory. I didn’t find the ending the least bit unsatisfactory, indeed the overall mood was almost alongside the likes of Kristof Kieslowski. Yes there is no resolution, but the story concludes.