This is a wee bit better than the dreadful Lost in Translation, because we actually see a tiny bit of Iceland, after forty two minutes of a one and a half hour long movie. That's right, the first half is all indoors. The second half, on the other hand, is only 90% indoors, or inside the car, or on close up views. At some point, we can even see some basalt organ pipes in the background, out of focus.
What is it with American directors filming fellow Americans travelling in a foreign country ? Why do they only show their protagonists, in constant casual conversations, sometimes with other Americans ? We don't even see any Icelander in this one, if memory serves. Just a Canadian for some added exotism.
The two old geezers are boring, one of them even annoying. I wish he would keep silent sometimes. And the music too.
What is it with American directors filming fellow Americans travelling in a foreign country ? Why do they only show their protagonists, in constant casual conversations, sometimes with other Americans ? We don't even see any Icelander in this one, if memory serves. Just a Canadian for some added exotism.
The two old geezers are boring, one of them even annoying. I wish he would keep silent sometimes. And the music too.