The Princess Diaries is probably to blame for this story of young Americans on the make in Europe.
Either that or Henry James. Selena Gomez is Grace, a Texan school-leaver who takes a dream trip to Paris with her half-sister (Leighton Meester) and best friend (Katie Cassidy). Mistaken for a spoilt Brit aristo, she is whisked off by private jet to the Eurotrash capital Monte Carlo, with the other two in grateful tow. Thus unfolds a dull fantasy-farce of luxe hotel suites, hot guys and product-placement jewellery, a pretty unappetising mix that the film tries to justify at the end with some blather about Romanian orphanages. Who cares about princesses when you can just have everything you want instead?