Typical Labute. The precarious friendships of three middle-class 30 something American men are sliced open to reveal the wafer thin basis of their relationships with their wives and lovers, their farcical attachments to one another, and their own hollow, disatisfied lives.
Great performances abound from the excellent ensemble of entirely credible actors involved. Jason Patric especially is great fun in portraying the sort of misogynist, narcissistic psycopath that Christian Bale could only guess at in American Psycho. Ben Stiller and Nastasia Kinski are also very good, with the Kinski showing again what an excellent, self-deprecating actor she can be when given the right opportunity.
The film itself is pefectly paced, and whilst some viewers may feel let down by the lack of an all encompasing neatly packaged denouement, that's not what Labute is about. His America, whilst avoiding the florid imagery of David Lynch, employs the same acidic examaning style, which recognises that magnifying glasses can not only reveal, but burn.
I thouroghly recommend this film if you like to see good actors, an excellent, wicked script and sure-footed direction of the highest order.