The film too lazy to be racist.

Rating: Null/10 (8 February 2004)

Two rich Americans lounge around a luxury Tokyo hotel feeling sorry for themselves and sneering at the Japanese. That's about it. To round it out, though, and to prove they're not racist, they also take equally cheap, predictable shots at their fellow travellers, and it's fortunate that all the other Americans are portrayed as boneheads and bores, thus leaving only the two main protagonists to wallow in the luxury of any sort of self-awareness. Racist? The film's too lazy to be racist, only summoning up enough energy to recycle the oldest of routines ("Lip my tights!" Didn't that go out with Benny Hill?) before rolling over and going back to smugly garnishing its own navel with roses.
Mind you, you also have to get past the idea of Bill Murray as an action film hero (!?), as well as the idea that someone like Johanssen's character would even look at this seedy-looking, middle-aged drunk twice, or even make eye contact with him, let alone strike up a relationship with him. Good thing he's a film star, then, and that everyone else is soooo shallow.