Splendor

There's a genuine, sparky chemistry between the three (and later, a fourth), and Robertson, particularly, is luminous in her role.

The pleasing Splendor is surely more likely to appeal to a wider audience than any of Araki's previous films.

Runs out of helium and lands pretty heavily after its airy beginning.

Araki graduates from his usual obsession with teenage angst in this neon-lighted comedy, but fails to hit the visual and verbal high notes he strains so hard to reach.

Almost a textbook example of what can go wrong when an artistic bad boy decides to be good.

Might as well be bad TV...Splendor is what happens when a director whose natural mode is subversion runs out of things to subvert.

Ineptly written and shot like a fashion mag, rings hollow throughout. It's a long, long way from "Jules and Jim."