First half: breezy and unabashedly banal. Second half: riddled with toe-curling romantic mush. Sum total: a wayward, winding journey without maps that weaves concentric circles around sweet nothings and empty prittle-prattle. It leaves you wishing they hadn’t met.

A raffish man who isn’t getting any younger, a standoffish girl who has an entire life ahead of her and a not-so-brief encounter in Europe that takes the rootless duo across several picturesque locations add up to a mothballed bromide that holds no real surprises.
The frames are pretty. The lighting (of the interiors of and around the magnificent medieval structures that dot the locations) is exquisite.