A woman and a man dance while wearing underwear (the man in boxer brief style underwear and the woman in briefs and a bra) and they kiss passionately; we then see them in a bed, having sex with the man on top of the woman and we hear loud panting and moaning until it is implied that the man climaxes, and he makes a series of sexual comments and offers compliments to the woman (no nudity is visible).
Sisters Sarah (Lizzy Caplan) and Beth (Alison Brie) are in relationships with bandmates Andrew (Martin Starr) and Kevin (Geoffrey Arend). Sarah, an artist, moves in with Kevin but struggles to overcome her ambivalence.
Millions more will celebrate it alone, and some will wonder why their lives aren’t like those of Audrey Hepburn, Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, or (in my case) John Cusack, at least the characters they play on screen.
Though Hollywood has provided many pairs of rose-colored glasses when it comes to relationships, there’s a number of lesser-known films that are perfect for those finding themselves lonely and/or bitter on Feb.
They seem content enough, yet there are small clues early in the film that something is "off", and when Sarah's best friend (the bubbly Allison Brie) is given a ring by Kevin's drummer (an overdue part in the limelight for the hilarious Martin Starr), it prompts Kevin to do something truly morityfing --- mortifying, that is, if you DON' T want it to happen: he proposes to Sarah in front of a crowded bar band audience and she chokes, a hundred camera phone close by to broadcast the humiliation for weeks to come on You Tube.
The majority of the film follows Sarah as she rebounds to a relationship with good guy Johnathan (Mark Webber) and struggles with a lot of very esoteric issues NOT usually dealt with in "light entertainment": is Sarah in love or like with Johnathan? Just what is her freaking problem with commitment and intimacy, anyhow?