is forgettable, both as a romance and an angsty family drama, with a ridiculous twist of an ending that is rightfully destined to piss off a few New Yorkers. Robert Pattinson stretches his James Dean eyebrow cock as Tyler, a sucky Manhattan rich kid wounded by the suicide of his brother and his neglectfully icy lawyer father (Pierce Brosnan). It’s the summer of 2001 (keep that in mind). After an altercation involving a cop (Chris Cooper)---ooh, he’s so tough---Tyler retaliates by seeking out his daughter Ally, played with strong reassurance by Emilie de Ravin, and, of course, the two fall in love. Their father-daughter subplot relationship turns out to be the most interesting of all, though there is charm in Tyler’s protective love of his prodigy baby sister. But all the fist waving, yelling, brooding pout-face and angry bike-riding cannot make up for a bloated script and that manipulative last five minutes.