How something so indebted to dozens upon dozens of other films can't get the imitation right buggers the imagination, providing a nation of yearning hacks that
dulcet feeling of hope that results in a few more horrifically inept screenplays (produced and directed with commensurate incompetence) just like this one probably in the first half of 2004 alone.
The
dulcet tones of the night DJ rambling across the airwaves - mixed with the little vignettes you can catch on TV - make this town
feel alive, like a character unto itself.