90s indie cinema par excellence - black and white photography, low budget, unconventional sexuality, very funny script, thin story, erratic acting. Guinevere Turner is very winning as the young well-adjusted lesbian (a revolutionary concept at the time), looking for love. She's a bit too pretty to believably for the dull woman she winds up with - I guess it was a seller's market.
Some really terrific scenes - the opening montage about meeting the imaginary love-of-your-life, talking about the responsibility of lesbian filmmakers, the interrogation of a lesbian who sleeps with a man, discussions what to call a vagina, the way lesbians interrogate each other after one of them has sex (had no idea this happened - not the sex, the asking of really intimate details by friends - such are the educational value of films).
The film seems mostly constructed around these dialogues (it would make a terrific play - though the direction is cinematic, if that makes sense), but characters do emerge. Still holds up very well even if Turner is the only one who can do anything close to acting.
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