In truth, alas, it’s the film itself that’s short of ideas.
It’s all about as romantic as a padded card and as sterile as a mule.
The stories often feel tonally similar and the characters so generic that almost everyone is young, white, straight and a smoker.
Pleasant but inconsequential.
If you've got a heart of treacle, an attention span of 15 minutes and can't afford the air fare then there are worse ways to spend a couple of hours.
The style is improvisatory more than considered, and the vague scripting fails to establish a coherent theme or pattern.
A variety of wry, sentimental, mildly erotic tales that come over as pieces O Henry might have submitted to Playboy.
Perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon.
General release. Check local listings for show times.