Bill Murray and Scarlett Johanssen are two bored folks idling in Tokyo, and as such "find" one another. They have a May-December, very chaste affair. They end up in bed, naturally, but only to sleep, lightly touching hands.
They eventually must part, and that is touching, too, but there is little excitement. For a moment you think they will act like typical movie characters and rush back to one another's arms, but cooler heads prevail.
I think this is Murray's dullest film since The Razor's Edge in which he wanders around India with the vitality and emotion of a cigar store Indian.
Some astute press agentry got this nominated for an Oscar, but cooler heads prevailed there too and the award went to some Hobbits.
If you want to see a more amusing Bill Murray rent Groundhog Day or Tootsie. He was better in both.
On Chucks scale from Ho-Hum to Charming this film: So-so