Saw this last night and it is pretty nigh unwatchable. We kept debating whether to walk out but stayed in the bleak hope that there might be one small gram of redeeming humor or insight in the entire 2 hours. Where do I begin to dissect this abortion of a movie? The characters that Carey and Winslett play are both visually disgusting (everyone in this movie badly needs a bath and a wardrobe that has not been acquired primarily from dumpsters), and are whiney, and utterly annoying creations. Carey is dull, lifeless, totally uninspired and looks physically ill. He NEEDS to go back to the comedies for which he has a true gift rather than making these dreadful "artistic" movies. Winslett's character is obviously insane, and if I were a man to whom she made advances I would flee in horror. The "impulsiveness" she attributes to herself would obviously be the hallmarks of several major mental illnesses in real life. When you put these two together, the only party who could gain any advantage from the match would be a manufacturer for razor blades. The desire to erase either of these grungy losers from one's mind would be only natural and logical. The movie simply makes no sense - the "plot" is extremely difficult to follow as the movie jumps back and forth with no apparent logic or design. The effect is jarring and nerve-wracking. There is no apparent editing, which might have created the semblance of a cohesive narrative. There is no apparent script -the characters look like they are manufacturing their assorted incoherent rantings and mumblings on the spot. As for direction - I think the only direction this movie needed ultimately was the sign directing us to the EXIT.