You know very well how much I love Italian Movies, but there is something wrong with a world that gives awards to a movie like Nessuno mi può giudicare ( the English film festival name, Escort in love – the worst title I’ve every heard. They couldn’t just have translated the Italian and made it “Nobody can judge me”?).
Nominated for Nastro d’argentos, David di Donatellos, and Italian Golden Globes, it won 5 awards, including best actress for the star, Paola Cortellesi. The cast is actually very strong, with Cortellesi as Alice, the spoiled housewife that loses all her money, Raoul Bova as Giulio, the handsome internet point owner that she falls for, and Rocco Papaleo in the somewhat superfluous role of a dufus-with-a-heart-of-gold neighbor. The Italian National Syndicate of Film Journalists and the Italian Golden Globes called it “best comedy 2010”.
That’s just depressing.
Nessuno mi può giudicare would have made a funny enough sitcom episode; not hilariously funny – just funny enough to not be embarrassing. It’s about Alice, who went from rich material girl to penniless widow in about 10 seconds (so much for plot development) and then had to come up with a big sum of money in a hurry so she wouldn’t get sued. And go to jail. And lose custody of her son.
To make the money, she became a call girl, and though women are sometimes reduced to this sad situation, it’s just that it’s not funny. It’s sad. Even with the quirky clients in superhero costumes and nerds who are into dominatrix role-playing, if a woman has to miss her 8-year-old son’s games because she’s out being paid to snort cocaine and have sex with business men, that’s not funny. Beyond that, it’s just one sitcom cliché after another as she runs to a Wal-Mart type store when Giulio wants to meet her at work, and she’s lied and says that’s where’s she’s been working, so she grabs an employee smock and dodges questions from customers. Wasn’t that an I Love Lucy episode or something?
This doesn’t mean that I couldn’t have found Alice’s story heartwarming or even romantic, as she meets and falls in love her Giulio. I’m not judging her, I just require a better, less predictable script, and a more original look at a tired plot. And it should be funnier. Much, much funnier if they are going to call it a comedy.
For this one you’ll need a region free DVD player if you’re in the US. But I really don’t see the point unless you have a big crush on Raoul Bova and never miss any of his movies – not such a bad reason to watch a movie.