Like so many James Ivory-directed and Ruth Prawer Jhabvala-written (adapting a novel by Peter Cameron) productions, The City of Your Final Destination lives and dies on the force of its cast (Anthony Hopkins, Laura Linney, Charlotte Gainsbourg, and Omar Metwally). City is Ivory’s first feature film since the death of Ismail Merchant, his longtime producer, but in nearly every way, it hews closely to their formula. Ivory has assembled a powerhouse, multigenerational cast, aided and abetted by a setting with a distinctly theatrical feel. In this psychologically brooding, enclosed world, characters rarely wander except for jaunts to a local aristocrat’s swimming pool or an open air restaurant in the countryside. A landscape of lush, wild gardens and tropical foliage is set against a familiar Merchant-Ivory ambience of overstuffed furniture, scotch decanters within easy reach, vintage paintings, and antiques that enhance the sense of a place, and people contentedly lost to contemporary mores and fashions. The City of Your Final Destination doesn’t astound or surprise in any significant way. Instead, it is a quietly revealing film of small-scale, subtle rewards. It’s a film whose ultimate message you imagine would be deeply appealing to someone like Ivory, who has taken the adventurous, creative road and appears happy with the rewards that choice has brought him.