Howard Shore’s riffs are easily the film’s most debauched quality. Straight up lewd.

Bacon, Fishburne, Raleighs, trading montages and an omnipresent drug dealer set in San Francisco, oh wait no, that's LA…and now New York.

Better enjoyed as a music video.

Owen Wilson drops some Valium and becomes a time travelling flaneur. Film peaks with McAdams loading luggage and a serious case of white man overbite.