What on earth makes film-makers believe the rocky relationships of the upper middle classes are fascinating to the rest of us?
Just being articulate, living in swanky penthouses and eating at fancy restaurants doesn't make a character interesting.
I for one find this self-obsessed types the most boring people on the planet.
Thus, a movie about them and their rocky marriages and fleeting loves was always likely to lull me into near unconsciousness.
Massy Tadjedin's movie will no doubt appeal to the Sloane Square set. But it just made me want to shout at the screen: "Come and join the real world'' or "For goodness sake, get a grip.''
The trouble is, I reckon most of the world's film reviewers tend to be from the up their own 'arris set. Thus, I have just read a review on imdb which gives this film 10/10.
Honestly, 10/10??
Right, I'm ranting and I must tell you what it's all about.
Keira Knightley, she of the perpertually open mouth, lives in New York with her husband Sam Worthington.
They live in a super smart penthouse and on the first evening we meet them they are at a networking event where everyone kisses air next to other peoples' cheeks, even if they loathe them.
Keira reckons Sam has eyes for Eva Mendes, and who could blame him, 'cos Keira's character is jealous, work-shy and frankly pretty disagreeable.
I am going to digress here. Keira plays "writer'' Joanna. I mention this because it prompted me to laugh out loud when she said that she was planning to spend her day writing 100 words.
Trust me, writing 100 words, unless they are being written with a lighning bolt on tablets of marble, takes about five minutes.
Anyway, jealous Keira hasn't told her hubby something quite important. She holds a candle for French smoothie Guillaume Canet.
The next night Sam's in Philadelphia with Eva on a work trip and Keira is smooched up with Guillaume and we spend the rest of this interminable film supposedly wondering "will they or won't they?''
I couldn't have cared less.
And, if this is how the other half live, let 'em have it.
Now I'm off for a jar of real ale and an hour of some footy highlights.
Oh yes, 3/10. Even Prom was better than Last Night.
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