The film found distribution with Unapix Entertainment Productions, who gave it a limited theatrical release beginning on May 12, 2000.

Three wealthy, savvy high school seniors have everything: brains, beauty, money, popularity, powerful parents, and boyfriends.

So, determined to feel fulfilled, Stream literally studies the problem with self-help books, women's magazines and the comically misinformed advice of her peers.

Judy Hodsell is Stream's distracted ex-hippie mom, who's dating a white South African artist.

She complains about the difficulties she has with Stream's father Dick Hodsell, a yuppie she divorced two years ago, who has a new young girlfriend, Mimi.

At her second sitting of the SAT, Stream chats with garage band musician Henry Lipschitz Rockefeller before Chad pulls her away.

Encouraging her to support Stream, she goes into her room and is upset to find a strip of condoms, finally signing her up to see a psychiatrist.

[4] Said Burson, "The woman at the MPAA Board explained the 17 cuts and the initial rating as based on American parents' standards.

[7] Burson said the film's official website contributed to the eventual sale, recalling, "These young girls took me out to lunch and said, 'we love your movie and we're gonna help you get distribution.

Scott gave a positive review in which he said the film "explores two phenomena that have inspired countless magazine articles and how-to guides, as well as widespread anxiety and fascination: the female orgasm and the Ivy League admissions process".

[9] He likened the film to "a collaboration between John Hughes and Whit Stillman in close consultation with the editors of Our Bodies, Our Selves", and praised Gaby Hoffmann as the Madeline Kahn of her generation.

Its frank good humor stands in sharp contrast with the strange combination of timidity and exploitiveness of more widely distributed recent teenage comedies like Down to You, Whatever It Takes and Committed, which can't decide whether young women's sexual desires should be punished or ridiculed -- if they are even allowed to exist.

"[9] In the Observer, Andrew Sarris wrote, "In fact, Coming Soon, with its orgasmic double-entendre locked into the title, is closer to being a French film than a cautionary and sanitized Hollywood approach to the subject.

Ms. Burson's view of sex is cheeky, but never gross, and kids may have trouble appreciating the epiphany of Stream’s final close-up during her climactic sexual fulfillment.

"[14] Variety called it "a moderately entertaining coming-of-age trifle" and said Vessey "brings intelligence and warmth to her part".