Lisa (Masterson), an industrious New York investment banker, learns in quick succession of the deaths of her father Stanley and goldfish Melville. Next day she receives a lavish bouquet via deliveryman Lewis (Slater). Despite her best efforts, the sender's identity remains a mystery, until she wakes up one night to see Lewis staring longingly at her apartment window. It's a modestly engaging set-up, but once love has blossomed, what's to keep our attention? There's a well-signposted consideration of the discrepancies betwixt fantasy and reality, more talked about than enacted. As for the basic story-line, the characters are too anodyne to keep us involved in their repetitive cycle of break-ups and reconciliations; Slater especially, in the more passive role, is almost terminally nice. Humdrum.