Director Rory Kelly's 1994 debut Sleep With Me is a charming little sleeper that's best known for Quentin Tarantino's semi-notorious Top Gun monologue and Parker Posey's brief nude scene. Which is a shame, because Sleep With Me is far better than many of the L.A.-based twentysomething romantic comedies with which it was lumped together. Kelly's second film, 1998's Some Girls, resembles its predecessor so much in tone, attitude, setting, and plot that it could serve as an unofficial sequel. Yet another film charting the lives and loves of twentysomething L.A. hipsters, Some Girls tells the story of a brother and sister (conveniently played by real-life siblings Giovanni and Marissa Ribisi), both of whom are incurable romantics caught in one-sided relationships. Marissa pines for an actor lothario (Jeremy Sisto) who's screwing her best friend (a typically shrill and unlikable Juliette Lewis), while Giovanni pursues unattainable older woman Pamela Segall. Pitched in tone somewhere between an Alan Rudolph film and a Gap ad, Some Girls is a handsomely filmed, lightweight trifle that fails to recapture what set Sleep With Me apart. The big problem comes from the fact that the film's six leads—the sixth is Michael Rappaport as Lewis' long-suffering ex-boyfriend—are either helpless pushovers (the Ribisis, Rappaport) or colossal jerks (Lewis, Sisto, Segall). Which might not have mattered had the script (by Marissa Ribisi and Brie Shaffer) been solid, but it lacks both laughs and sympathetic, multi-dimensional characters. Some Girls is watchable, but considering Kelly's potential and the talent of some of the actors, it's a disappointment.