Anthropologists of the future should have no trouble figuring out how young women and men talked and thought during the mid-'90s—or at least how men able to get funding for their independent films thought they talked and thought—thanks to a recent spate of movies in which most of the action involves guys sitting around talking. This sort of film ranges from the sweet and self-deprecating, such as Swingers, to the insufferable, such as this awkward bungle co-written by Jon Cryer and directed by Richard Schenkman. Four men, who seem to have so little in common that it's hard to imagine the circumstances by which they would become friends, have woman trouble, all kinds of woman trouble. In fact, the creators of this movie seem to have thrown in every cliched relationship dilemma—a married man is tempted to cheat on his spouse, a young writer is obsessed with a past girlfriend, etc.—they could come up with. Of course, even cliches can still work under the proper conditions; the main problem here is that the characters are much more grating than ingratiating. Instead of feeling their pain, you just want to slap some sense into them or shave their irritating goatees or do just about anything to make them stop talking.