Dull as dust. Yet another movie with those time- and money-saving long takes that kill a picture stone dead. Those among you who would like to suggest that I am yet another American xenophobic philistine are reminded here in advance that real artists don't need to include a closeup of the protagonist throwing up, a closeup of Grandma drooling her porridge (or whatever) all over the place, and a number of other things we all really, really didn't need to see