 One reviewer for Movies.com noted that this "makes the 1137th film in which Peter Sarsgaard is called upon to play a smug, condescending, somewhat unbalanced, louche, bisexual jerk" and suspected the actor might become typecast.Movies.com were disappointed with the self-pitying and mopy qualities of Foster's character, and consequently felt the movie played as if "watching "Felicity" if she were a sexually experimental guy.