Probably my least favourite Whit Stillman film, but there are still some great moments in here. Chris Eigeman is a pretty funny guy too.
far too serious, plot heavy, and dramatic to appeal to what i find fun and interesting about stillman. paints his foreign policy commentary with a far thicker brush than the viciously precise irony he usually wields. still, eigeman and stillman are a born pair and the scenes of people standing around having conversations laze about with the same lovely mannered wit that i'm accustomed to, so it's not a total loss
A kind of Woody Allen by way of Louis Auchincloss -- or vice versa, really -- and with a sensibility that anticipated, while being more earnest and polemical than, Wes Anderson's, Whit Stillman may be the only filmmaker who has rendered apologias for moneyed privilege and American power that even blinkered lefties like myself can't help but almost love. The subtext can be irritating, but the text is all pleasure.