Nobody watches fare like this for realism or expecting even a close to decent travelogue of Europe, but Bezucha is the sort of goony helmer who is very punchable: every painstaking move he makes here you can see here practically outlined with crayons, falling over himself to appease wealthy chauvinist pigs (some real dense Euros among them, that goes without saying) who don't give a fraction of a shit about my generation or the next.......he takes extra care to make sure this bad movie falls in line with what is not just a leering Luke Bracey foul tourist's beliefs, but a child abuser's dogma, 'infallible religion' of sorts rather than a European getaway that can be enjoyable fluff and still sport good ideas. It could have mustered the feat of giving the viewer appreciable eye candy at the least, and doesn't......never thought I'd see a movie like this where the girl in the trio I wanted to see take center stage was the dirty blonde-haired one. The other two frumpier options are way preferred, there to be shameless to their hearts' content and my thorough boredom with this overlong MTV fashion commercial. In the case of Gomez, even put on a British accent for an extended amount of time and flaunt a literal double.......for shame. 5/10