This movie is utterly unforgivable. Horrible. Especially because it is snotty and pretentious. Might as well turn the camera off if this is the best you can produce. Muccino, don't you feel a little bit ashamed to make people pay to see this stuff?
First of all, the plot. The storyline resembles a complex web full of branches which in the end turn out to merge into something really, really disappointing. It makes you speechless, in the wrong way. Every narrative trick desperately wants to give profundity and character develpoment to the movie, using the generally false idea that the only way to make a character, a sequence, an event profund, deep and moving is by giving it negative connotation. Like the world is collapsing and everyone has his problems and every family has its problems and blablabla. Come on, it has already been seen numerous times and moreover the assumption is false. Every situation is so drammatically tragic. No one of these people tastes like real: the standard cliché husband-wife cheating love story, the man with two families, the poor lout guy with financial problems, the writer who wants to have a one night stand with the cousin, the wife who is struggling against the hardness of being a lover/nurse and last but not least the two teenager who are not in a relationship but somehow they end up being in one since everyone is telling them to enjoy life and they are sort of expected to end up together, maybe even enjoy a sexual intercourse which they finally do. (Horrible scene btw: they have sex like a 40years old would have had. Naked in the morning, raining the night before, panties and legs upfront to remind you important things).
Secondly the characters. I know that I have already mentioned them in the plot part, but forgive me the plot is character-centered, like most of pretentious movies. I don't have anything against pretentious movies as long as they approximately match expectations. In a single sentence: they are walking clichés. Boring as nothing else. Stale, dead like an instant ramen soup. My favourite is the writer (whose name I cannot recall): he has this artistic approach towards life. He travels to Argentina by bike (there's an ocean, not mentioned; ndr), he has these ugly necklaces and bracelets that have to convey the idea that he is a passionate man, someone with a decent idea of what to do in order to appreciate life at its finest and go to bed with people. That's the guy who wants to have sex with the cousin, by the way. The guy who shows personal attachment to his son by hitting like to few instagram pics of his, by the way. The cousin is unbelievable too. She is made up of breaths like she is in the middle of sex, clichés sentences, heavy italian accent from Rome, voice always suggesting "please, please I have lived so far just for you to have sex with me" unless in the middle of the loving climax faking a catholic schoolgirl behaviour. And she switches between breath, schoolgirl voice, breath, cliché, again breath, smile, smile. Yeah, she smiles too in a sexually irritating way. Jesus Christ, where is dignity here?
Acting is okay though and I would be surprised if it weren't: the plot seems complex but it is not. It's basically an acting exercise.
The script is one of the worst I have ever seen. If not the worst. Period.
Music is the only thing that makes scenes moving. The only one. And it is okay but in the end you can actually feel that the emotional gain comes from music alone: it is really weak, fragile. It disappears even before the movie ends.
Then the worst thing, to conclude. The Muccino way of ending movies is simply unbelievable: the unbearable bottom line at the end with soft music, like we are in a '90 romcom. Always present. Please stop, Muccino. With this and perhaps with making movies. It's a torture.
First of all, the plot. The storyline resembles a complex web full of branches which in the end turn out to merge into something really, really disappointing. It makes you speechless, in the wrong way. Every narrative trick desperately wants to give profundity and character develpoment to the movie, using the generally false idea that the only way to make a character, a sequence, an event profund, deep and moving is by giving it negative connotation. Like the world is collapsing and everyone has his problems and every family has its problems and blablabla. Come on, it has already been seen numerous times and moreover the assumption is false. Every situation is so drammatically tragic. No one of these people tastes like real: the standard cliché husband-wife cheating love story, the man with two families, the poor lout guy with financial problems, the writer who wants to have a one night stand with the cousin, the wife who is struggling against the hardness of being a lover/nurse and last but not least the two teenager who are not in a relationship but somehow they end up being in one since everyone is telling them to enjoy life and they are sort of expected to end up together, maybe even enjoy a sexual intercourse which they finally do. (Horrible scene btw: they have sex like a 40years old would have had. Naked in the morning, raining the night before, panties and legs upfront to remind you important things).
Secondly the characters. I know that I have already mentioned them in the plot part, but forgive me the plot is character-centered, like most of pretentious movies. I don't have anything against pretentious movies as long as they approximately match expectations. In a single sentence: they are walking clichés. Boring as nothing else. Stale, dead like an instant ramen soup. My favourite is the writer (whose name I cannot recall): he has this artistic approach towards life. He travels to Argentina by bike (there's an ocean, not mentioned; ndr), he has these ugly necklaces and bracelets that have to convey the idea that he is a passionate man, someone with a decent idea of what to do in order to appreciate life at its finest and go to bed with people. That's the guy who wants to have sex with the cousin, by the way. The guy who shows personal attachment to his son by hitting like to few instagram pics of his, by the way. The cousin is unbelievable too. She is made up of breaths like she is in the middle of sex, clichés sentences, heavy italian accent from Rome, voice always suggesting "please, please I have lived so far just for you to have sex with me" unless in the middle of the loving climax faking a catholic schoolgirl behaviour. And she switches between breath, schoolgirl voice, breath, cliché, again breath, smile, smile. Yeah, she smiles too in a sexually irritating way. Jesus Christ, where is dignity here?
Acting is okay though and I would be surprised if it weren't: the plot seems complex but it is not. It's basically an acting exercise.
The script is one of the worst I have ever seen. If not the worst. Period.
Music is the only thing that makes scenes moving. The only one. And it is okay but in the end you can actually feel that the emotional gain comes from music alone: it is really weak, fragile. It disappears even before the movie ends.
Then the worst thing, to conclude. The Muccino way of ending movies is simply unbelievable: the unbearable bottom line at the end with soft music, like we are in a '90 romcom. Always present. Please stop, Muccino. With this and perhaps with making movies. It's a torture.