This film provided what I expected of it: a typical apathetic looking Bill Murray who finds himself in various bizarre situations. The film seems to be about nothing, and lead nowhere, but in the end you find it under your skin, some of its images lingering. I particularly like the way in which the setup (Murray as Johnston receives a letter from an unknown ex-partner) has you constantly looking for clues as to who of the four women is the mother of Johnston’s alleged son. It plays on and portrays the way the human brain desperately looks for patterns in random phenomena — anything pink is loaded with significance, just because the initial letter is pink. Recommended.