Give me villas and rolling hills!
Dappled sunlight falling on cypress trees!
Olive oil running like a river of dreams!
Credit: IFC Films
Writer-director James DArcy does deliver Tuscan sun, nominally, but its a weak beam.
(Is there a beautiful chef at the local trattoria ready and waiting to fill Jacks soul with risotto?
Could the chilly local estate agent possibly warm up to Roberts shenanigans?
You get two guesses.)
Maybe thats why his identity as a filmmaker seems so vaguely unformed here.
