'Good thing we're already paralysed,' gasps one of the escaping paraplegics, as they break out of their 'rehab' hospital in an ambulance, and narrowly avoid an accident. Reaching their destination, a strip club, who should they encounter but their charge nurse, whom they gently blackmail into funding their evening. The film could do with even more of this black humour, as it follows the forging friendships and sexual problems of the rather deliberately disparate residents of one particular ward. Eric Stoltz, portraying wheelchaired writer-director Neal Jimenez's alter ego, isn't the strongest of leads, and you grow rather tired of him, but there are compensations in Helen Hunt, as his confused (and married) girlfriend, Wesley Snipes as the black philanderer whose wife refuses to stand by him and William Forsythe as the biker whose aggression hides a desire for macho friendship with his fellows. On the whole, a worthy addition to the cinema's studies of the disabled and their attempts to come to terms with what life now holds.


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