This
very uneven movie about fated love seemed intended as a hybrid of Field of Dreams
and Sleepless in Seattle. The plot involves a likable street performer, played
by Brendan Fraser (George of the Jungle), who has recurring dreams of the woman
he is destined to marry. The twist is that the woman, a jaded L.A. con artist
played by Joanna Going (Inventing the Abbotts), mistakes Fraser for the mark for
one of her con games. There's a reason this film went straight to video, it just
doesn't quite cut it and it's predictable from the get-go. Fraser does manage
to breathe some much needed life into Still Breathing with his quirky charm, but
unless you've seen every other 'date movie' on the shelves, I recommend you stay
home and see what's on HBO.
