Much could legitimately be expected from writer Peter Morgan and director Fernando Meirelles, but you keep on hoping for more than you get from this slightly tall tale of a dozen or so characters interacting on various strange European journeys.
There’s Jude Law as a businessman in Vienna guiltily booking a hooker in the absence of his wife (Rachel Weisz), who is anyway having it off with a photographer. The photographer’s girlfriend runs into Anthony Hopkins at the airport. He is desperately looking for his lost daughter but rather fancies her.
And a dentist’s assistant runs into a Russian mobster’s bodyguard. That’s for starters.
If you can follow any of it, and believe that Europe is full of call girls and criminals, you may care as much about the characters as Morgan and Meirelles want you to. But it’s not easy — there are too many cameos and not enough substance to them.
Intriguing bits and pieces, though, especially when a sad-sack Hopkins is on the screen, secretly fancying a much younger woman or explaining himself to a self-help group.
