The good news? It's from a David Mamet play, Sexual Perversity in Chicago. The bad? Aside from the absence of any kind of plot worthy of the word, you can't tell from watching it. Lowe and Moore play a couple of desperate yuppies who hook up at a hideous Windy City singles bar and collapse first into bed and then into a more serious relationship, to the disapproval of their best friends (Perkins and a particularly sharp Belushi). And that's more or less it. The screenwriters work many nice little observations into their occasionally over-quippish script, but this is considerably smaller than the sum of its parts: it gets the detail, but misses the big picture. Zwick went on to create Thirtysomething, a series that delineated what happens when characters such as these take the time to grow up a little.