Full of irritating and occasionally offensive stereotypes (ranging from artists, to Spaniards to people from the US), this film is a pure and unequivocal waste of 96 minutes. Writing a long review would be adding a few more minutes to the Woody Allen wasteland.

The narrative is pathetic (though I am sure that the whole trio thing with two supposedly good looking young girls got Mr. Allen going). The acting is weak throughout (with the exception of Vicky); not such a surprise when it comes to the far overrated Scarlett Johansson and Penélope Cruz, but more so with Javier Bardem who is usually a great actor - it seems like he just turned up to get the paycheque, reading the script on the way to the shoots.

The only good thing about the film is Vicky's character thanks to the actress Rebecca Hall.