Hector (Simon Pegg) is a sad psychiatrist, unable to take pleasure in his "satisfactory" life. He lives in a giant flat by the Thames, his girlfriend (Rosamund Pike) cooks, does the laundry and offers him mind-blowing sex. What Hector needs is to get away from it all. So he takes his bespoke brand of affluent self-pity international, dropping in on "China", "Africa" (we're not told where) and LA to find out what makes people happy. He'll write the answers up into a cute little book later.

Director Peter Chesholm's film is stubbornly naive. Trading in honey-smothered cliche and broad-as-the-Nile stereotypes, it makes Eat Pray Love look like an exposé of the corrupting influence of globalisation. There is so much here – jolly Africans; wise Buddhists, the innate likability of Simon Pegg – that we're expected to accept without question. Hector keeps uncovering the exotic secrets of the developing world. His book bloats with cornball truisms ("Happiness often comes when least expected"). Here's another: "A movie this bad won't make you feel good."