I left after 25 minutes into the film because the actors were so annoying to watch. I wanted them to be abducted by aliens and turned into alien urinals for eternity (and that was only after 5 mins in). The cinema would've made a fortune if they had a £5-a-go punch-the-effigy of the actor's face in the foyer on the way out. Luckily I was given a free ticket because a friend didn't fancy it (perhaps they had read the universal panning that this tedious Calvin Klein advert of a film has received). I found the book un-stimulating too, as anyone with some life experience (i.e. don't live with mum and dad) will understand. If this film 'knows time' then I wish to be an absolute stranger to chronology.