It could have been a sort of explosive mix between Last Tango in Paris (seclusion) and la Luna (incest, drug-dependence, difficult teenager). A teenager and his older half-sister secluded in a basement for a week get to know each other for the first time. But Olivia's too busy going cold turkey with heroin and Lorenzo lacks audacity. He also suffers from narcissism, so he's not particularly inclined to let go and explore. So no sex, no kinkiness, no demolition of bourgeois values, no anarchy of bodies and minds. All this adds to the realism of the movie, but leaves you a bit disappointed if you expect a Bertolucci-like cinematic experience. I honestly expected to be shocked and disturbed one more time, with style and good taste of course. Instead, the result is quite bland. Certainly, it has its good moments and shots, but the acting leaves much to be desired and the atmosphere is somewhat post-revolutionary.
Review of Me and You
