A couple of metropolitan types - she a bohemian Yank, he an Arctic surveyor - meet at a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club gig in London.
Matt (O'Brien) is a cool bachelor who icily looks back at the affair in flashback while flying across the frozen wastes of Antarctica.
Lisa (Stilley) is a 21-year-old American student working in London as a barmaid who is as pill-poppingly flaky in life as she is dominant in bed.
Next time we meet them they're in the throes of passion... with every flailing limb, sweaty torso, caressed appendage and sexual act caught by the camera.
Director Michael Winterbottom's premise was to plot the relationship from one single angle - sex - and track the pair as they went from loved-up to Lisa getting her kicks solo.
It's a dubious device to sustain a whole movie - albeit one that runs for, ahem, 69 minutes - and it sometimes feels like catching somebody at it under the coats at a teenage party.
Episodes of bonking abandon are bookmarked by live footage of the likes of The Dandy Warhols and Super Furry Animals.
However, you don't find yourself marvelling at the couple's carnal technique but wondering "when are Primal Scream going to come on?".
The fact is that watching a pumping cross between Top of the Pops and Deep Throat very quickly loses it's novelty value and becomes a bore.
It's basically a hardcore porn film grainily shot in the Dogme style except you get an insight into the protagonists - she's barking with the attention span of a gnat while he's a lovesick pup set up for an emotional kicking.
Perhaps the tenth song should be Elvis Costello's Almost Blue.
Tim Evans
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