In the second story, when the magazine editor said he couldn't afford to redo the floor if he smashed it up to look for his girlfriend's dog, why didn't the model, who was clearly very successful, offer to pay to redo the floor, if she cared so much about finding the dog, which was, after all, her dog?

With the lot of weaving plot films that have been put out from that last two decades or so, this gritty spectacle just about brings home the gold. Shame to see that a film comparable to Pulp Fiction was subjected to getting snubbed at the academy, and being so wrongfully overlooked by most.

Even more disappointing than 21 Grams

There was little connection for me at first, but when everything came together, it was absolutely devastating.

Over-praised. A contrived and heavy-handed soap opera with an over-reliance on cheap sentiment. And, in spite of what passes for "grittiness," as the film progresses it strays farther and farther from any kind of realism, betraying a falseness that lies at its core. Whatever meagre cleverness is required to interweave a few stories, the result lacks genuine significance, coming across as little more than a calling card to Hollywood who, in their wisdom, did in fact come calling.