This movie struck me as the perfect cure for the jet-lag it portrays. It put me to sleep within about 45 minutes, with no bad side effects. Let's see: Was it the slow-as-molasses tempo? The unfunny comedy sketches? The utter lack of the littlest spark of attraction or even understandable dialogue between Bill Murray and the cute-but-vapid Scarlett woman?

Even making fun of the Japanese language (ohmygad, they can't say "r", that's, like, so, hilarious!) didn't get me aroused enough to stay awake. Okay, so Tokyo is a really lousy place to stay, even if you have a ton of money, because if you are a famous actor and/or philosophy graduate turned dumb-blonde, you just can't find ANYTHING interesting to do there. Except maybe to go to a party where you get shot at with laser guns.

At which point, I tuned out and started to snore.

But I give the movie a "3" for that cute shot of someone's behind - probably the stand-in, no, make that "lay-in" model - at the beginning. What a tease.