Everything Adam thinks about affection, he gained from the films. Lamentably, Adam is no Cary Grant, and the nearest he’s come to encountering genuine sentiment is one tanked night with his lonely love, Kate. In any case, that night neglected to experience Adam’s desires, so he throws himself and Kate in a motion picture amusement of their one night, seeking after a superior completion. It’s an aggregate flounder, and Adam is compelled to cast another Kate when she no longer needs any piece of her part. However, re-throwing Kate prompts to a completion that even Adam never observed coming, in this perky satire about adoration, motion pictures, and how our affection for motion pictures influences how we cherish.