A rather insipid, claustrophobic, flatly shot and deadly self-serious 2005 talk-a-thon in which Jessica Biel, writer-director Hunter Richards and cinematographer Jo Willems conspire for 92 minutes to avoid showing us a full-on frontal shot of her breasts, London feels from frame one like the disjointed monologue of a barstool liberal arts graduate resigned to the life of drunken soliloquies. Ridiculous hairpieces abound, and Richards describes his inspiration for the film thusly: "I just locked these two characters in a New York bathroom with a copious amount of drugs and let them beat each other up mentally for 50 pages." For the full DVD review, from IGN, click here.