i saw this regurgitate pile of vignette tonight at a preview screening and i be straight up blow away by how bad it be . first off and the film practically flaunt it gaping blind spot . there be no black or gay new yorkers in love . or who and say and know the self involve white people in love . i know it not the love crash of anvil tastic inclusiveness but you can not pretend to have a cinematic new york with out these fairly prevalent member of society . plus and you know the people who produce this ish thought crash deserve that ham hand oscar and so where be everyone . possibly bad than the bizarre and willful socioeconomic ignorance be the down right offensive chapter ( remember when you be in high school and people be openly disgust with pretty young woman in wheelchair . me either ) . this movie run the gamut of way to be the bad . bad acting and bad writing and bad direct all span every possible genre ever to concern wealthy white people who smoke cigarette outside fancy restaurant . but thank god they finally get powerhouse hayden christensen and rachel bilson back together for that jumper reunion . and and side note and uma dodge a bullet while ethan hawke look ravage . this and of course and be one thing in term of his look and but add an incredibly creepy extra vibe of horribleness to his terrifyingly script scene opposite poor and lovely maggie q. i have a terrible time choose my least favorite scene for the end of film questionnaire and but it have to be the anton yelchin or olivia thirlby bit for the sheer lack of taste and which sadden me because i really like those two actor . i do not consider myself easily offend and but all i could do be scoff and look around with disgust like someone 50 year old aunt . a close second place in this incredibly tight contest of terrible thing be shia labeouf tone deaf portrayal of what it mean for a former disney channel star to act against julie christie . i do not mean opposite and i mean against . against be the only explanation . i realize now that the early sequence with orlando bloom be a relative highlight . highlight . please keep that in mind when your brain begin to leak out your ear soon after the opening credit and which seem to be a nod to the first new york real world . this film be embarrass and strangely dated and inarticulate and ineffective and pretentious and and in the end and completely divorce from any real idea of new york at all . ( the extra star be for the cloris leachman or eli wallach sequence and a it be actually quite sweet and but it be only one bright spot in what feel like hour of pointless and masturbatory torment . ) .