Florrie Betts

KHL has it right - on two counts. This movie is flat, as was Coppola's vastly overrated "Lost in Translation." Nothing happens in terms of character development, brooding cinematography - achingly predictable in both films - substitutes for either narration or impression. One begins to think that Sophia is, indeed, Marie A. Lost in a world she can't fathom or translate, and doomed to play at being cinematic.

Yes, the costumes look fabulous, the locations are sumptuous, the music is suitable and the acting good, but none of this makes up for the agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to shut it down halfway through. I persisted, but not without wanting to scream in frustration that I wasted over two hours watching this boring epic. I don't know what it was, but I just could not get into it. I don't mind movies with a slow pace (ex. Assassination of Jesse James or anything by Malick, and even Virgin Suicides, Coppola's first flick), but I wouldn't sit through this again if someone paid me.