The film's cheat ending aside, this arch, ridiculous movie heaves, sweats and steams, and for the most part, it delivers what its title promises.

Every bit of the original's nastiness is retained but none of its wit or elegance.

Lascivious blackmailers and inveterate immoralists, these characters behave despicably, but the movie affects a tone of urbane detachment which puts sex in its proper perspective.

In the end, the whole shebang comes off like a bunch of snotty, rich white kids screwing each other and screwing each other over.

First-time helmer/writer Roger Kumble starts off on the right foot, but stumbles along the way.

[This] 'guilty pleasure' ends guilty of not living up to its potential.

The movie's cinematography, set design, and costume design are all extremely elegant, and the beautiful young actors are shown off to maximum effect, like expensively bred horses.