City of your final destination (2009)

Think of this as Passolini's Teorema in reverse: an Everyman visits a filthy rich family and gets screwed up by every member so he can discover himself.

Played depressingly straight despite the sheer comedy in its premise, it's a very tedious film.

The period colour, gorgeous sets, and shimmering cinematography are the only reminder that you're watching a James Ivory film. Sadly, it's inferior to any Merchant-Ivory production.

Read my full review at Fridae, first published on 7 September 2011.