Part of any movie involves suspension of belief. From the opening scene to the last, it's just you and the story being unfolded for your viewing pleasure. This is not such a movie. The storyline meanders through pretty French scenery-a road trip on a road to nowhere. The script dialogue feels like Hallmark brought in Quentin Tarantino to spice it up a bit. Reid Scott play's a former Scottish footballer whose also a bigoted con man, thief, narcissist, misogynistic drunkard and all-round thug whose biggest crime is his God-awful 'Scottish' accent. It's a story that centers around a vineyard. However no amount of alcohol will get you through to the end.
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