Second, it stars the whiny David Arquette, who is a star only because they needed a nerdy guy to offset the beautiful people in the two Scream films. Third, it's yet another debut film by a young writer-director (in this case, Finn Taylor) about angsty white middle-class twenty-somethings. Yawn.

But there have been some good films about angsty white middle-class twenty-somethings (heck, that's all The Graduate is), and Dream With the Fishes is one of them. Arquette plays to his strengths as a lonely, self-centered voyeur who decides he wants to kill himself. Before he can, he meets up with his neighbor (Brad Hunt), a cynical tough guy dying of some undefined terminal illness. The two strike a deal: Arquette will help Hunt achieve certain unfulfilled fantasies (nude bowling, for example) if Hunt will then help Arquette commit suicide. The movie is amusingly unpredictable from the start—it even has a twist ending—and Arquette and Hunt make an entertaining odd couple. And the ultimate morals about life and how to live it seem earned, if not exactly ground-breaking.