A chick-flick clothed in tracksuit pants, lord help us all if we didn't somehow relate to these 1980-something characters, with their yuppie elitism and consumerist élan; forced to live in denial of their anti-establishment pedigree to accept the fact that their fashionable mid-life careers are anything but revolutionary.

So often in life we are reminded that our best friends are those whom we created before we created ourselves; they spurred our shape-shift into the beings we would become - hence the over-arching nostalgic poignancy to this movie, as we realize the person with whom we are watching it is not one of those initiates. Got news for you: they're thinking the same thing.

Self-analytical to a fault, yet oddly compelling due to intelligent dialog and a flawless ensemble cast, every character examining their purpose in life and, in the course of a weekend, apparently discovering it.

Believe enough of this introspective guff and we'll all be slashing our wrists.