Soderbergh's 1996 guerilla movie is perhaps the strangest film from the American indie scene to date. A surreal, eccentric comedy, its triptych narrative is so fragmented that it's almost impossible to provide an accurate synopsis. Suffice to say it's about sexual and professional intrigues in suburbia, with the main character (Soderbergh) becoming so paranoid about industrial espionage that he fails to notice his wife is having an affair with a dentist who's his exact double. At first, the endless succession of wacky vignettes suggests there's no plot whatsoever. Eventually, however, it becomes clear that, while satirical swipes are taken at male paranoia, corporate business politics, New Age philosophies, soap operatics and the American obsession with dental hygiene, this is really 'about' verbal and filmic language. Basically off-the-cuff, off-the-wall nonsense - and frequently very funny.