Brad Pitt plays a famous author suffering from that most boring of cinematic ailments, writer's block. He and his melancholic, Yves Saint Laurent-bedecked wife (real-life spouse Angelina Jolie) head to a picturesque hotel on the rural Maltese coast for some R&R. He drinks at the local tavern from dusk till dawn, and she wallows in bed all day. Occasionally they hook up to trade passive-aggressive barbs about their unhappy marriage. It's clear what Jolie (who also wrote and directed this one) was aiming for—a recreation of European art house films of the 1960s and '70s. The look is there, but the mopey narrative (what little there is) is a tedious slog to sit through.132 minutes R.