
What a drag. I've always had a secret soft spot for Julia Roberts, and I like Clive Owen, and the plot line here seemed to promise a simple and stylish little romp -- a little
Ocean's Eleven, a little
His Girl Friday, lots of pretty location shots to look at in Rome, London, New York, Dubai, Miami, etc. -- but clunk clunk clunk. The grifter bits are hackneyed and predictable, the sex is robotic, and there were more laughs in two minutes of the
30 Rock episode I watched afterward to lift my dispirits than there are in this entire eight-reeler. Feh.
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