An intriguing movie. Foster and Winslet were amazing!

Not sure what this movie is about, but.... It seems like a commentary on the disconnectedness of our lives--even these two not-dissimilar couples (white, well-off, NYC, Brooklyn, professional) cannot communicate with one another. There is only one character with a supposed sense of morality (Foster) and her politically-sensitive values are mocked by the film, the object of a vomiting attack (Winslet).

In the very beginning of the film, the incident takes place in a park and in the top right hand corner of the screen, almost lost in the haze of a cloudy day is the American flag flying on the top of one of the stancheons of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's there like a shadow--this is (or "was") America. Look what it has become. Just like Congress cannot seem to do anything significant, these adults can't come together to guide their children to a reconciliation of a playground incident. It really is pitiful. Vomit on an art book. Vomit on an expensive suit, stench. Covered by cheap cologne, which itself stinks. It all stinks. But being myself from the NYC area, I really could relate to the film and it's everything I wanted to leave behind moving here.… Show more