Is love anything more than a hormonal impulse? That’s the question posed by Dopamine, an independent drama about an emotionally skeptical computer animator (John Livingston) who won’t admit he may have met the
girl of his dreams (Sabrina Lloyd). Perhaps I would have cared more about the answer if Dopamine had brought even an iota of joy to its questioning, but this is a dreary exercise in philosophy of the heart. By the time
its main characters began debating physiology and romance during sex, I was ready for a shot of Dopamine myself.