Product: Under the Tuscan Sun (2003)
Rating: 1.0
God help us
Just saw this on DVD with a friend.We're both gals in our forties and divorced, so as chicks of the target demographic, we were supposed to have swooned over it. But as every whopper of hugely unlikely scenario was put over on us (such as, for starters, her staggering expenditures on a writer-who-never-writes' income and her snapping up a decayed villa without bothering to walk through it first), and every flattery of 40-something vanity was heaped on to the point of utter derangement, our outrage mounted.What an imbecilic, pandering fraud this movie is! So smug and enraptured with its Childlike Brilliance and Use of Symbols.The dialog is so flat footed, they should have had a podiatrist on the set--and every character is a cliche of a cliche of a stereotype. Diane Lane has four facial expressions, employed in turn: bravely hurt, bemused, cutely stammering, and I forget the other. My friend and I were hooting with laughter as we predicted the next plot surprise.But another reviewer kindly supplied the adjective I was groping for as gratefully shut down the TV: "godawful." No wonder guys think we're aliens.PS. If you want to see Tuscany, try Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing.