I did not like this film one bit. A tale of rich, bored Americans, wandering listlessly around Tokyo....ecch. Sort of a thin love story milled into a sort of cinema verite puree. Unintelligible dialogue, no subtitles, and often roaring noise (reminiscent of the buzz on my old VHS of A Bout de Soufflé). Truly awful music....Japanese bar jazz and terrible karaoke. People spending $1000+ a night to stay in a flagship hotel in downtown Tokyo develop creeping angst? Hard to buy into this story line.

For me, the most moving parts of the film were a flashing neon sign near the beginning, and a run through a Pachinko parlor somewhere in the middle. The least moving (and a good example of what was to follow for 2 interminable hours) was the lingering opening scene: a fat, stationary American butt. Not my kind of hip. I want my $4 back!