What an odd little film. The first half is basically a romcom with sumptuous photography instead of jokes as equine Aussie sheila Sandy and stiff Japanese businessman Hiro rub each other up the wrong way through miscellaneous culture clashes before rubbing each other up the right way in the usual dull, inevitable fashion.
Then the script throws a major curveball into things and the next 20 minutes are powerful, perfectly conveying the confusion of a random, ill-timed tragedy.
And then it descends into mawkish wailing as Collette flaps her lips and the whole thing is smothered in plastic sentiment. God, that infuriating, intruding musical track.
It makes for an odd experience and overall left me more frustrated than an outright bad or boring film would have done but it's hard to deny there's talent involved here. Just not enough of it.