No race is more egomaniacal than the New Yorker, the only group of people who would have the gall to call a film Somewhere in the City and have people assume they could only be talking about New York. It's otherdwelling types that get the last laugh, because this film is one boring dog from start to finish, a self-centered tale about a random assortment of self-absorbed New Yawkers, headlined by the most self-absorbed of them all -- Sandra Bernhard -- and redeemed only by a surprise appearance by one honorable former mayor.

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