Not even close. This postmodern relationship flick about a girl and her two live-in lovers strives for the screwball fun of '30s master Preston Sturges. But the movie just ends up being a ménage-a-twaddle instead. Robertson meets diametric opposites Schaech (an introspective writer type) and Keeslar (a doofus drummer in a band) on the same night and--jeepers--finds that she loves both equally.
They feel the same way about her, so it isn't long before the troika shacks up and starts getting on each other's nerves. Funny? The best lines are Robertson's comic musings, but they're few and far between. Where's Mr. Roper when you need him?