What stands out in this tedious apology for a movie is the succession of clichés inherited from the so-called belle époque, a delight for pseudo-intellectual snobs. To name just a few: the cunning, suave concierge who scores with ALL the wealthy widows who visit his hotel; the upright lawyer who reads out a will to the assembled family (do they really exist?); the 'glamorous', sophisticated middle-European clientèle. Plus a chase through the skiing slopes, following a daring escape from a prison. In addition to the above, we now have some more recent obligatory clichés: foul language, same-sex relationships (preferably involving bisexual partners); etc. etc. There is virtually nothing to recommend this dog. What a colossal waste of talent, time and money.