This very uneven movie about fated love seemed intended as a hybrid of Field of Dreams and Sleepless in Seattle. The plot involves a likable street performer, played by Brendan Fraser (George of the Jungle), who has recurring dreams of the woman he is destined to marry. The twist is that the woman, a jaded L.A. con artist played by Joanna Going (Inventing the Abbotts), mistakes Fraser for the mark for one of her con games. There's a reason this film went straight to video, it just doesn't quite cut it and it's predictable from the get-go. Fraser does manage to breathe some much needed life into Still Breathing with his quirky charm, but unless you've seen every other 'date movie' on the shelves, I recommend you stay home and see what's on HBO.