Call it "Sliding Doors" for soccer moms, but "Me Myself I" is the only one of these currently fashionable which-life-is-real? pictures that has at its center a real question in the lives of modern women: Family or Career?
The always wonderful and largely under-appreciated Rachel Griffiths (OK, so she was Oscar nominated for "Hilary and Jackie") stars as Pamela, a laptop-toting workaholic journalist for a Sydney, Australia women's magazine who has a frustratingly empty love life, has just quit smoking 17.5 days ago and is beginning to hear the faint ticking of her biological clock.
Her life is organized in hundreds of Post-It notes. She eats bran cereal with soy milk -- for dinner. She's know for her acerbic sense of humor and for habitually winning professional accolades ("Here's another bloody award for your teen suicide piece," an editor yawns, tossing a statuette on her desk).
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