Less of a cliché and more of an annoyance is how suddenly a scene in London will be one popular place, and then the next scene will randomly continue in another place which is clearly no where near by on the other side of the city but is shown as a continuation.
There’s a movie called Leap Year that is basically an American war crime against Ireland, which along with being an hour and a half of the most disgraceful paddywhackery cliches you can think of, has more of this geography mentalness than any other film I’ve ever seen.
On a flight from the US to Dublin, a storm diverts their plane to Cardiff rather than Shannon for some reason. Then the same storm diverts their boat from Wales, east of Ireland to drop them in Dingle, on the west coast of Ireland. A trip that would take more than a week in that type of boat, and would require stopping to refuel at any number of Irish locations that would’ve left her closer to Dublin.
Dingle is shown as a village of around 20 farmers and drunks, using shots of the Aran islands, despite it being a town of around 13k people and welcoming over a million tourists a year.
While walking from Kerry to Dublin, they somehow travel via the Connemara, then Cashel in Tipperary, then Wicklow before reaching Dublin. They stop in Cashel to take a train even though Cashel has no train station and somehow while there, they managed to find a Dublin bus stop to sleep under.
At the end, she walks out of the pub in Dingle and finds herself immediately looking over the Cliffs of Moher.