The movie's lesson is: "Live every day as if it were your last." I decided to test-drive this little morsel of profundity when I passed the cute ticket taker on my way out of the theater, which got me brought up on charges. So as far as I'm concerned, director Stephen Herek can take his smarmy life message and shove it so far up his rectum he'll be wearing his proctologist.

Lanie goes all Dr. Phil on us after doing a story on Prophet Jack in the streets of Seattle. He predicts the score of a football game and that Lanie is going to die within a week. Initially, this doesn't freak her out until Jack's predictions start coming true and she begins to believe. This leads to all sorts of life adjustments like dropping her boyfriend and hanging out with Pete (Edward Burns), the cameraman she once boinked in a drunken stupor.

Two things bothered me in the extreme about this film. First of all, it's one of those movies that tries to offset the inevitable box-office disappointment with soundtrack sales. Lanie breaks into a round of "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones with a bunch of striking bus workers. One imagines the script read something like: "Lanie starts singing [obtain rights for ?] with striking workers." In flashbacks to Lanie's childhood, Herek shows her watching Marilyn Monroe on the tube, the obvious inspiration for her look. Of course, Lanie is about 25, which means that the little flashback took place circa 1982, which means that Lanie should really have modeled her appearance on Olivia Newton John. But, I guess this is just a movie, or something like one.