Where the road meets the sun (2011)

Four international character types and indefinite stayers in a Los Angeles motel find themselves improbably paired up, held up, and recombined as each other's theoretical antithesis in Flaubertian fashion by their first-time Singapore director.

As artificial and uninvolved as it is derivative and trying way too hard, the film suffers from a vast ambition that's all too pedestrian, and an execution that's undercooked.

Read my full review at Fridae, first published on 14 November 2012.