The film stars the fine but actorly Megan Murphy as Georgia and the appealingly short-fused Jeff Weatherford as Money, a husband and wife going through a patch in their relationship so rough they've agreed to separate. Before Money moves out of the apartment, however, he's got to lug in an upright piano (only 50 blocks, he reasons, so why pay a mover?), given to the couple after its previous owner hangs himself. The metaphor is so transparent, it's downright adorable; the film is never better or funnier than when we're watching Money straining behind the instrument, shoving it across intersections or down back alleys.
Unfortunately, the metaphor works for the film as well. What should have been a lovely short has been pushed further than it can bear. Potentially amusing plot developments (an old boyfriend of Georgia's, Money's decision to uphold the Sabbath) receive only glib treatments, so they never threaten what is clear from the start to be a foregone conclusion. It's telling that writer/director Gregg Lachow is more comfortable filming awkward social situations -- a dinner guest leaving early; somebody trying to set up a tab at a coffee bar -- than he is shooting couples being affectionate, the bread and butter of romantic comedies. When Georgia and Money finally realize how much they need each other, it's filmed as a silent movie, complete with intertitles; an admission, I think, that Lachow's dialogue would have bungled the sweet moment with a dumb gag.
