This is one of those dreary films you wander into, often set in France or Italy, quickly noticing similarities to other films, then worrying suddenly and embarrassingly if you have in fact already seen it. Then, when the carrot comes into play, you realize that was not the case.
But I am unkind. Even though I fell asleep twice before the end and had to reorient my bearings as to where it was going, I did appreciate its production values and the quality of the acting. The narrative, such as it is, involves a teenager dealing going through a problematic puberty and his childishly dysfunctional parents. Add to the mix an older teen from Paris who is himself careless about his feelings and you wind up with a brief moment of catharsis long overdue.
Long story short, all the previous films like this involving Yanks or Brits finding gorgeous farmhouses tucked away in bucolic locales of southern Europe are by now far too cliché to be taken seriously.
But I am unkind. Even though I fell asleep twice before the end and had to reorient my bearings as to where it was going, I did appreciate its production values and the quality of the acting. The narrative, such as it is, involves a teenager dealing going through a problematic puberty and his childishly dysfunctional parents. Add to the mix an older teen from Paris who is himself careless about his feelings and you wind up with a brief moment of catharsis long overdue.
Long story short, all the previous films like this involving Yanks or Brits finding gorgeous farmhouses tucked away in bucolic locales of southern Europe are by now far too cliché to be taken seriously.