I remember renting this movie and trying so hard to find some semblance of watch-ability, but it is possible the most pretentious self important piece of garbage film to have ever been produced in Hollyweird (which is saying a lot.) I could imagine the nepotistic Sofia Coppola with a twinkle in her eye (but not knowing why) directing this and thinking how important and meaningful the artsy fartsy scenes were and I imagine Bill Murray taking deep breaths and attempting to look burdened by the awesomeness (not) of this crap. Of course we all know by now that Bill Murray attempting serious film roles is the equivalent of Beyonce writing songs with the same depth of Neil Young, but he attempts that here with the same dull expression of pain throughout the movie.