The big thing about Fernando Meirelles' 360 is that you never forget you're watching a movie. That's not a compliment.
360 is a story woven together from brief vignettes about seemingly unrelated people. As the movie progresses, connections among all the characters are made, of course. (It's loosely based on the Arthur Schnitzler play, La Ronde, which concerns overlapping affairs).
We meet a businessman (Jude Law) who is about to keep a date with a prostitute; the prostitute and her sister are part of another tale being spun, and over there in that corner, Rachel Weisz plays the businessman's wife, but she's got a thing going on with a Brazilian boy toy.
The Brazilian has a girlfriend (Maria Flor) who is angry enough with him to get a flight home to Rio, and en route she runs into a man (Anthony Hopkins) who is searching for his missing daughter all over the world.
Also circulating in there is Ben Foster in a particularly unsavory role as a sex offender just out of prison. He's very good here, in a creepy sort of way.
The action moves around -- London, Paris, Denver, Vienna.
There are other small stories threaded into the whole, but the final tapestry never really hangs together, probably because everyone involved gets such short shrift that the movie can't engage your interest.
You'll feel mostly like a spectator, wondering not about how we're all somehow connected to one another -- which seems to be the point here -- but about how much the cell phone figures in modern communication, say. Or how slowly time sometimes passes at the movies.