I put this movie on for some background noise while I work (music practice). It was either this or 'a midsummer nights sex comedy,' and having just re-watched most of Woody Allen's pre-90's output a few months back, I figured I couldn't really go wrong with some Steve Martin (I've never LOVED any of his films, but the vintage stuff is all well above tolerable) So I put this on and go about my business, absent-mindedly watching while I worked. But it soon struck me that the films offbeat surreal tone was alarmingly familiar. I thought about it and it came to me, with out a doubt, it's a Charlie Kaufman film (The fever dream realities of Being John Malkovich and Synecdoche in particular) if only he played them for laughs, never driving them into the dark, cerebral realm of deconstructionist existentialism.
Just a thought. It's pretty decent.