"Six Degrees..." tells a meager story of a pseudosophisticated art dealer of sorts in Manhattan (Sutherland) and his pseudosophisticated wife (Channing) who find a young black gay man kerplunked in their lives causing them to mentally scurry about not unlike Pooh ("Oh, Bother!") and recount the experience to their friends...etc. "Six Degrees..." is theater on film with incessant dialogue rolling off the tongues of ultraglib characters, staginess, and obvious scripting none of which are exceptional. This flick lacks the stuff which sets films apart from stage and is likely only to be appreciated by devotees of the theater, dilettantes, critics, and the like. (C)
Review of Six Degrees of Separation
