This is a middling movie. Two characters meet on a cruise ship and...I'm sorry, two characters meet in a hotel and chit-chat about their lives, while the cinematographer frames them against travelogueish backdrops. Gag scenes are thrown in occasionally in an attempt to lighten the film, but they mainly cheapen it.

The claustrophobic nature of the film may be necessary to the plot, but unfortunately it degenerates into a Hollywoodian self-centrism. The characters interact little with their environment, and are ultimately only interested in themselves. In that respect the siting in Tokyo is somewhat gratuitous; Cincinatti would have served as well.