The film is slow. Glacially slow. If
bonacorsi and I hadn't been both battling pneumonia, I suspect we would have turned it off after half an hour. Now, I'm not an automatic hater of slow films - I love
Room With a View, for example; and the wife likes many of the Jane Austin adaptations, none of which can be considered "speedy".
On the other hand, the aforementioned movies all had something this one lacked: a plot. And characters!
My two-word summary of the film:
Nothing happens. It's not a
bad film, but it
is 90 minutes that was not spent well, and I'll never get them back.
For the record? Even if this film was screamingly bad, Sofia Coppola would
still be a better director than she was an actress.