Monte Carlo

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.

A comprehensive waste of time and money.

[A] good-natured but insipid vehicle for tween star Selena Gomez...

Clichd and glitzy, it throws its lots in entirely with the romantic ideal of love and Monaco, but has a bubbling spirit and Meester drives a scooter in Grecian sandals impeccably.

Gomez, looking every bit the child bride, keeps strutting her actressy ambitions like a pushy diva hogging the dress-up-box.

Monte Carlo -- it's as a pretty as a picture.

It's all frothy and silly, but Selena Gomez and her co-stars are sweet and appealing and are sure to win over the film's target audience.

More gum-popping than jaw-dropping, it's the kind of light entertainment that Elvis used to make.

So corny that a cereal company could have sponsored it...