Emperor's new clothes
If this were not directed by Bertolucci would many people have even given it the time of day? A variety of indulged and generally unlikeable people who don't convince for one moment as real human beings move languidly around in a glwingly beautiful Tuscan landscape being variously patronising and/or pervily inclined towards a confused American girl who just happens ot be incredibly beautiful with just a hint of vulnerability. Absolutely nothing in this movie has any real resonance or meaning and whatever integrity it might otherwise possess is seriously undercut by the way Bertolucci takes every opportunity to have the camera linger lasciviously over Liv Tyler's body. If ever there was a case of the Emperor's new clothes this is it.
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