Outdated and schematic, this two-character melodrama belongs to the 1970s, when transsexuals were "novel" dramatic persona; even the gifted Philip Seymour Hoffman is defeated by the writing and direction.

For what it's worth, this could be Schumacher's best film.

Its weary clichs and flat comic bits are apparently supposed to be fresh and insightful.

The problem is that we really don't care about either of these people. Instead of feeling nervous, I felt bored.