This film is about intimacy being different for everybody. Almost completely dialogue driven, it gives a little "sex weirdo" vibe, but uses sex just as a pretext to discuss meaning. Other than that, there is not much I can tell about the film at all. It's just people talking, an early Soderbergh which influenced entire generations of indie film makers and put him on the map.

I mostly liked it, all except the little revenge scene against Peter Gallagher's character who, nasty as he was, was not more or less at fault than any of the others. The scene also didn't bring anything to the story. It was like the director wanted to stick it to someone and perhaps there is something slightly autobiographical in there. I don't know.

Roger Ebert said this movie was more intellectual than emotional and that is it full of eroticism that is verbal only. I have to agree and also say that that's one of the film's greatest strengths. A lost art, almost.

Bottom line: not boring but rather cerebral. It requires a specific mood and no distractions. I liked it.