thedisco

Ok so if 'When Harry Met Sally' had a mentally disturbed ugly cousin, and that cousin ran away from home, got hooked on meth, joined a cult, married a horse, fell off a ladder while working on the roof of the horse's barn, was rushed into hospital where they accidentally gave him a pre-frontal lobotomy, and he then became the mayor of Tel Aviv, this would be that film.

The makers of this film, who essentially just shamefully took the script from 'When Harry Met Sally' and ran it through ChatGPT asking for some minor adjustments, had something with potential but decided to cross the line from charming and sophisticated to cliche and unbelievable.

The leading (or supporting - who knows) character, Jimmy, on top of being obese (not just overweight), is an unambiguous lazy pot head who desperately wants to be loved, and happens to read books (which you can easily do when you have infinite time), while the gorgeous leading (or supporting - who knows) female character who struggles to find a man, is a sharp, successful, book lover, who, we are meant to believe, is destined to end up with the guy. It all just doesn't gel well enough because the details on screen don't support the idea due to a lack of character building and an unbelievable plot.

The performances are good enough to keep you there watching, and the birth seen is well done in terms of how much time was invested into it. After that it tries but fails to juggle grief, some ridiculous legal preceding, and nonsense agendas expressed by supporting characters. The problem with juggling those three things is there isn't enough of an exploration into the two main characters. There's no nuance. It's just a surface level 'then we were happy and now we are said' mono tale. You're left wanting to know a lot more about the ups and downs and interactions with life that follow the traumatic experience but instead you get regurgitating sadness and an unbelievably lame ending.

Terrible. Badly written and directed making it confusing and annoying at the same time. No depth. Cliché people with cliche lines engineering a cliche store. Italian cinema doesn't enjoy the luxury of big money usually and the studios decided to invest it in junk like this. Ridiculous.