This is what a little money will buy you. "Beautiful" women with bad personalities (the ones who have a personality - some have vanity and complaining standing in for one) strolling cavalier in front of impending biological clock desperation, aimlessly yet aggressively mingling with a combination of sociopath men and boy toys. This, interspersed with blaring electronic pop segues every 30 seconds to cover for lack of interesting dialog, which plays like a series of sound bites. Emptiness exemplified.
Review of Summer House
