I am astonished that this woeful movie garnered an average score of 6.7 out of 10 on IMDb...!
For a movie about writers and writing, the script is particularly predictable and turgid. I am not sure what was worse - the relentless inevitability of the completely obvious happy ending, or the clichéd romantic subplot.
Keitel was clearly enjoying his holiday in Tuscany a little too much, with a performance that was at best, 'very relaxed'. Joshua Jackson, however, sounded like he was reading the script for the first time. And as for Claire Forlani ... "look, mum, I'm not just pretty, I'm ACTING!"
If you're ever forced to watch this movie, turn the sound down. That way you can enjoy the movie's only asset - its Tuscan setting - without needing to hear Keitel's character, allegedly a grand master of literature, reciting prose so clumsy it would have earned a creative writing sophomore a 'D' on their term paper.
For a movie about writers and writing, the script is particularly predictable and turgid. I am not sure what was worse - the relentless inevitability of the completely obvious happy ending, or the clichéd romantic subplot.
Keitel was clearly enjoying his holiday in Tuscany a little too much, with a performance that was at best, 'very relaxed'. Joshua Jackson, however, sounded like he was reading the script for the first time. And as for Claire Forlani ... "look, mum, I'm not just pretty, I'm ACTING!"
If you're ever forced to watch this movie, turn the sound down. That way you can enjoy the movie's only asset - its Tuscan setting - without needing to hear Keitel's character, allegedly a grand master of literature, reciting prose so clumsy it would have earned a creative writing sophomore a 'D' on their term paper.