An American prostitute who is maybe also a journalist is stuck in South America where she encounters an Englishman who is sexy but shady and they drink lots of rum and have plenty of sex in "Stars at Noon," a kind of formless drama that refuses to go anywhere satisfying or interesting and is in no particular hurry to get there.
Margaret Qualley plays Trish, the American and Joe Alwyn is Daniel, the Brit, and their attraction toward one another is pointed and immediate. Their pasts don't really matter; if they did, they'd be mentioned. ("Here, there and yonder" is what she answers when she's asked where she's from.) Their present is rather confounding as well: a significant amount of time goes by before we even learn they're in Nicaragua, and even longer to find out what their intentions are or why they're there.
He's married back home, but that's hardly of interest. She's vaguely trying to leave the country, but nothing becomes pressing until authorities express interest in apprehending him, and he's forced out of his posh hotel and into her cheap motel, where the air is thick and unconditioned. More sex. More rum. Few answers.
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