Embarrassingly awful "love story" about a photographer, played by Clint Eastwood, who comes upon a married Italian, played by Meryl Streep, and falls in love at first sight.
After the horrors of Meryl's Danish accent in Out of Africa (1985), we now have the verbal equivalent of canned ravioli in Meryl's Italian. Someone should have told Meryl Streep that an Oscar for acting doesn't magically confer on her the ability to convincingly do foreign accents.
The scene where Meryl reveals her body in front of the mirror and a body double is used is truly an embarrassment to cinema.
The "love story" at the centre of the film involving Clint's infatuation did not move me. If a ten-ton truck kills the both of them, or a double-decker bus crashes into Clint and Meryl, it would not affect me in the slightest.
Great cinematography? So what? I don't see how cinematography could save this picture. The greatest baker in the world can't make a tasty apple pie from rotten apples.
Yuck.
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