(2000)
I don't know many, maybe any, other films that combine acrid cynicism with delightfully innocent romanticism as effectively as this does, and if there
are any others, they don't have
David Mamet's language going for them, or David Mamet's
wife, either. I find the budding romance of Rebecca Pidgeon's Ann and
Philip Seymour Hoffman's Joe to be one of the most affecting in cinema in the 2000s.
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