Love in the Time of Money Movie Review

Filmmaker's dilemma: You want to make a movie with a lot of sex scenes and no plot whatsoever, but you have to make something respectable. Hell, Robert Redford is an executive producer! He isn't going to tolerate any Cinemax soft-core porn.

Answer: String together a bunch of unrelated vignettes revolving around sex. Start with a hooker and her client, then send that client to work to have sex with someone there, then send that woman's husband to an art gallery to have sex with an artist, and send him on his way as well.

And so on. Can you keep this up for 85 minutes? Sure. You can keep it up forever, but that isn't going to make it a good movie, even if you do have semi-stars like Jil Hennessy and Rosario Dawson rolling in the hay.

This movie, believe it or not, has been made before, with exactly the same premise and approach to B-list actors. That film, called Chain of Desire (get it?) starred Linda Fiorentino and Malcolm McDowell. It also had nothing to say about life, love, or even sex. Except that there's a whole lot of the lattermost going on in New York, where both of these films are set. (Both films are ostensibly based on the German play Reigen.)

Safely skippable, unless you want to see Steve Buscemi play bisexual.