Am I the only one bothered by the fact that every single car in this movie is a Toyota? Never mind. So much is wrong with Martin Gypkens' second big-screen picture that somehow the massive product placement feels like the least of its evils. The plot, sluggishly cobbled together from a selection of Judith Hermann's most blasé short stories, is a random parade of self-absorbed thirty-somethings without a thing on their mind. But what they lack in real life, they more than make up for by their whims and vanities. Everybody's talking, everybody's smoking, nobody goes to work. It's sort of like a French movie minus the good-looking actors, with the possible exceptions of Stipe Erceg and Jessica Schwarz. Global location scouting, high-gloss cinematography and heavy-handed set design are entirely wasted on one of this season's most pointless productions. Oh, and if Chiara Schoras (in the part of stage actress Ruth), though I'm sure she thinks it's the pinnacle of seduction, keeps grinning like that, no doubt her face will pop sometime soon. Everybody, don't waste your time with this bloodless geek show.