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Will be this year's most eventful movie. We'll be talking about it and Brandon Sullivan long after we've forgotten the Oscar winners.
Sullivan is a self-detestation mess. He has a soulless, unspecified job at a soulless, unspecified company, the particular purpose of which is to fund his posh, equally soulless Manhattan lifestyle of schemer ennui. He attempts to fill the numerous voids in his world with porn and cool sex, indulging his fantasies with cybersex and prostitutes, eyeing women on the tunnel as potential conquests and picking them up in trendy bars. Beyond the most cynical, divided form of physical intimacy -- and calling it intimacy is a sweep -- Brandon appears to have no connection with anyone. He's fiercely, defiantly alone in a see of eight million souls.
If Brandon's life is empty, at least it's an orderly and routine emotionlessness. That is, until his wayward, essentially homeless younger sister Sissy ( Carey Mulligan ) arrives unannounced and disrupts her fellow-citizen's entirely self-absorbed world. Sissy has a talent for singing, if not for solving her many problems. (Her wearily forlorn rendition of "New York, New York" says it all.) Depressed and directionless, she plans to retard with Brandon until further notice, saddling him with her vaguely defined baggage and complicating matters by hopping into bed with his piggishly oversexed boss, David ( James Badge Dale ).
Source: Slackerwood