Bill Murray's Felix, who---thankfully---gets the lines, the suits, and the personality, is surrounded---inexplicably---by stick figures of characters who do not belong in a movie, certainly not in the same one. Mr. Murray does his best to lift other characters from their catatonic state, but the script has other plans. Laura spends her days trying to connect with her creative self in an overpriced building invariably shot from an awkward angle, while her husband, Dean, is busy losing himself trying to excel at a generic job in a generic city only to come back home to a generic family life that he would have long sought refuge from in therapy had the script not instructed him to feel---rather unpersuasively---otherwise. Laura and Dean marry, work, and New York because the New York Times has told them so. Felix lives.
Cinematography and acting (except for Murray's) pale in comparison with what one has come to expect from a random episode of a good television series.
