In The City of Sylvia (PG)

For the first half-hour or so, the action consists almost entirely of a pretty young man sitting outside a café in Strasbourg sketching pretty young women; and you'd be surprised how easy it is to go along with that.

Then Jose Luis Guerin somewhat ill-advisedly tries to erect a vague plot around this – the man follows a girl, then goes to a bar – and it starts to feel oppressively whimsical, made under the delusion that prettiness can stand in for feeling.