This film is about as contrived and pretentious as a movie can get. If you picked random lines out of a hat and handed them to the actors you would have a better script. Not even a decent cast can help this atrocity. The only good thing I can say is that it is a cure for insomnia. Very few details about this film are authentic. For example, Abby (Westfeldt, who is also the writer and producer, which should give you an idea of how self-indulgent this film is), who is supposed to be a gym instructor, is seen munching on McDonald's french fries, and never even pretends to actually work. Ira, an annoyingly self-pitying specimen (why do so many recent films set in Manhattan include such nonentities?), suddenly says he feels fat and goes to her gym, whereupon Abby instantly asks him to marry him and have sex. If you think this is plausible, then you will probably like this film, and you also believe that George Bush will find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. This is another of those "independent" films where absolutely none of the characters bears any resemblance to a human being, and where you feel you have wasted 90 minutes of your life. Beware of movies where the writers, actors, and the producers are the same people.
Review of Ira & Abby
