One of the most criminally overlooked movies of the 1990s. I don’t know why no one gives this film the time of day — people got hung up on Kenneth Branagh “doing Woody Allen” (which he kinda is, but so what) and ignored the film. Or maybe people complain that it is desultory — but it is about about an unhappy man who doesn’t know what he wants and at the end still doesn’t know what he wants. It begins with “HELP” and ends with “HELP.” It is a very dark movie, but funny, and one of the better films expressing the particular New York ennui that only really exists in the films of Woody Allen. I think the movie is terrific, even if it doesn’t have a snappy hook — unless that hook is “Deconstructing Harry with fewer jokes and more misery and in Black & White.” Works for me.