A postcard, and just as thin...

Rating: 3/10 (18 November 2005)

Beautifully shot but ultimately devoid of... anything, LIT just sort of hangs there like Bill Murray's jowls. Speaking of, Murray's rise to latter-day sainthood vis a vis Rushmore and Royal Tennenbaums is incredible to me. Especially here, the man simply looks and acts pathetic at all times. There is no depth to pathos or boredom in film; it exists at face value on the screen. Same goes for Scarlett Johanssen. She gives a performance that makes her worthy of the lead in "The Andie MacDowell Story". She, along with the story, is vapid and without any emotional depth. Maybe that is what being rich expatriates means to the heinously fake Sophia Coppola. Whatever the case LIT is as pretentious and shallow as "The Virgin Suicides". It is a sham of love story masquerading as an emotional flick.