pIn an attempt to reenergize his practice, a mild-mannered, blandly ineffectual psychologist organizes an anonymous peer-counseling self-help group that is haphazardly attended by seven divergent strangers--a punk rocker, a teenaged prostitute, a DMV examiner, a food critic, a judge, a priest, and a little old lady.ppAs the story unfolds in a series of meetings and the motivation of each member to seek group therapy becomes clear, we learn that the punk rocker, a gentle, clumsy dufus, is less than a party animal that the prostitute, for all of her volatile, angry street smarts, is a virgin that the driving examiner is on the edge of a job-induced nervous collapse that the food critic, an amiable four-hundred pounder, cannot criticize anything that the judge, a meek and mousey public defender until her recent promotion to a judgeship, cannot seem to make her mind up about anything that the priest, old and acidically embittered, has lost his faith and that the little old lady is lost in