One of the most pretentious self-indulgent, odious films I have ever endured. A miracle of misplaced critical fawning and the magical effect that bearing the surname 'Coppola' has are the only poor excuses I can find for this non-film being made. Minimalist it is certainly is dispensing with narrative, dialogue or indeed a script and relying solely on Bill Murray's considerable talent. Had an entire cinema audience silently screaming no NO please not yet more sweeping, pannning shots across a hyper-modern cityscape!!! Visual modern Jazz for the retarded psydo-intelligentsia!