Sad-faced, Harmony, is a prototype nightmare dumpee - the sort of heartbroken friend you take out for consolatory drinks two or three times before resorting to any excuse to avoid hearing, yet again, the play-by-play rehash of what went wrong. In the wake of his separation from his perky dream-girl Jessica, Harmony's friends and family are as unsympathetic as only true intimates can be. His appalling brothers mock his anguished state, and his buddies counsel stoicism on the basis that Jessica was 'dull' and 'only an eight' as opposed to the elusive 'ten'. Then there's Harmony's boss, who self-confessedly loses interest in women once they reach legal age; and his mother, an obsessive chain-smoker whose lungs, according to her doctor, 'should be declared a national disaster area'. His social missteps and emotional misjudgments are regrettable as he drifts inexorably into a one-night-stand with his neighbor, Natasha, a blonde embodiment of every soul sucking over-sharer you've ever met.