When her publisher invites the couple to an artists' salon at his home in Connecticut, the pair embark on a twisted journey, and David must face his demons and try to 'not be weird' among the waspy salon guests and competitive art set in attendance...
An indie version of those movies where a bad night keeps escalating, like After Hours or Adventures in Babysitting. Only since it's about a bunch of pretentious artists, the only escalating danger is smugness.
While it certainly has its moments, it remains frustratingly one-note, too cool to really commit to the screwball farce the premise is crying out for, and too enamored with picking off easy targets to draw real blood.
