An expatriate American socialite in London (Angelina Jolie) has her eyes opened to worldwide suffering by trotting along behind a doctor (Clive Owen) as he jets around to famine hot spots every few years: Ethiopia in 1984, Cambodia in 1989 and Chechnya in 1995. There’s something both paltry and self-righteous about the way Caspian Tredwell-Owen’s script drapes shreds of liberal chic over a formless plot scavenged from old movies—from Casablanca
and The Nun’s Story
to Doctor Zhivago
and The Killing Fields
. The mixture fails to ignite mainly because the chemistry between Jolie and Owen is close to nil. They’re hardly in the same movie; she’s like a model posing dramatically in her Giorgio Armani wilderness-explorer duds, while he’s like a drunken soccer fan bellowing at some unseen referee.