These bright, young things are young but hardly bright. And, this is a drawing room comedy with plenty of drawing rooms but oh so feeble a comedy. It's a frothy mess with agonizingly careless renderings of human behavior, even that of the idle rich. The cutesy style affected by writer-director Stephen Fry, an actor of effete parts, is adapted from a 1930 Evelyn Waugh novel. Its frisky but flimsy content wouldn't play well in an earlier century. Emily Mortimer's natural beauty is the only thing that's remotely genuine.

                                      ~~  Jules Brenner