Most of the shorts suffer from similarly hackneyed story lines, with all action leading up to a pat resolution.

At its best, it might be said that such a cinematic cacophony approximates the noise of Manhattan itself; but so much seems to be overlapping in this film that a feeling of distraction threatens to dispel the emotion

A variety of wry, sentimental, mildly erotic tales that come over as pieces O Henry might have submitted to Playboy.

Do you want to be loved? Or throw stuff at the screen in anger?