Four disparate men in New York City (a married executive, an elderly widower, a slacker tied too closely to his mother, and a businessman with self-help issues) are each drawn to an oriental massage parlor, where the rub-downs they get from the Asian girls are not quite what they expected. Writer-director Matt Mahurin has made an unflattering movie out of inflated male fantasies; he's unflinching, for the most part, and not afraid to go out on a limb, though what he does deliver isn't exactly captivating. His direction is much better than his script, which begins with three terrible phone conversations (and another in a cemetery) and goes downhill from there. The actors are lead into some precarious and sour situations, while Mahurin's jaundiced sense of humor is undermined by flagrant ugliness. * from ****