You see, his name is Lee Plenty, and her name is Havilland. "Hav Plenty," get it? This, sadly, is the best joke in this film, an urban/Woody Allen wannabe tale of a struggling, homeless, unemployed writer who finds himself the envy of four women on New Year's Eve. That he achieves ridiculously smashing success is a foregone conclusion. Worst of all, Cherot's awful acting is punctuated by frequent monologues to camera, narrating the film. Okay, even worse than that: Those monologues are the best part of the movie. Yikes.