The only way to bear filmmaker Adam Sherman's disjointed wallow in the miseries of a rich, young L.A. drunk (Lukas Haas) and the equally messed-up woman with whom he's obsessed (Madeline Zima) is to know that the story is largely autobiographical. (For the record, all the other women are called bitches.) But still: An appreciation that the pain is personal doesn't compensate for the picture's self-absorbed need to alienate. D-

