I can't take any movie seriously when cryogenics is a plot device.

Rating: 2/10 (18 December 2001)

This movie worked best when it was a straight romance. The only scene that made me smile was after Tom leaves Penelope's apartment and she pounds her fist on her couch and shakes her head; you could feel her excitement. Every other moment was a miscalculation. The dialogue was too cute, the scene in the underground club was pointless, plot twists are never fully explained by the fifteen minute coda (who, exactly, did Tom kill, and how does his subconscious play into it?)
Crowe tries to attach a message to this movie -- that Tom's character takes his models for human interactions from pop culture. This message is too crudely put.
I was barely into the movie when Tilda Swinton showed up and then it totally derailed for me. Really, cryogenics?!?!?!
Crowe should have just made a straight romance which explores the various themes of vanity, love, obsession, and disappointment that this rubic's cube of a plot failed to properly convey.