Paragraph after paragraph can be spent dissecting the flaws, the portrayal of men as either evil or nerdish, and the cringeworthy decision to make the lead actresses all strip down to their skimpies at various stages of the movie.
There's an interesting idea in this film, as we watch four people over the same three days while their experiences converge into one story. But the plot is riddled with holes and filmmaker Clarke strains to hold it together.
This is energetic, pulpy exploitation from the UK that might just claim back a small corner of the multiplex audience from the relentless onslaught of cynical Hollywood garbage. And for that at least, 188.8.131.52 can't be dismissed as all bad. Just mostly.
The plotting is clumsy, the characterisation scraggy and the dialogue clunky- but you can't accuse Clarke of lacking ambition, even if his film does display a yawning gulf between aspiration and accomplishment.