Three young women vacationing in Paris find themselves whisked away to Monte Carlo after one of the girls is mistaken for a British heiress.
Bezucha’s supposed soufflé of Euro-fun never rises, ensuring that this Monte Carlo is a bust.
Sluggish, witless and desperately twee.
he three leads are sweet and the story is admirably daft, but too much gush and some unintentionally-hilarious Gandhi quoting does not a winner make.
Theoretically unobjectionable as glitzy tourist porn for teens, Thomas Bezucha’s movie gives us Mika at royal balls and much gawping at a Bulgari necklace, but there’s a lamentable lack of fizz.
Dull and not frothy enough for the target tweeny market.
Cliched and glitzy.
For young girls only.
Good-natured but insipid.
In the end, it’s harmless, but rather charmless.
Thus unfolds a dull fantasy-farce of luxe hotel suites, hot guys and product-placement jewellery, a pretty unappetising mix that the film tries to justify at the end with some blather about Romanian orphanages.
Short on wit and invention, the film comes over as Texas's answer to Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris.
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