This is one of my all-time favorites, along with Nashville, Exotica, and Kieslowski's Blue. My ultimate romantic movie, in a beautiful but sordid way. R.D. Chong is wooden, but doesn't detract from the movie. The biblical allusions escaped me at first (Eve's bar, Adams street, ultimate redemption ...), but this is a heartfelt paean to true, less-than-sane, love. Is Mickey, the male protagonist, crazy? Does it matter? I saw this at least 6 times the year it opened at a small art-house theater, and I watch it time and time again without tiring of it's hopeless, dreamlike, romanticism. Mickey is a man, wandered off from an insane asylum, searching for a lasting taste of a past love that he can't recapture or redeem. He is willing to be a partner for each of three beautiful but flawed women--but who is willing to take a chance on him? Beautiful.