Roberto Andò takes the form of a classical whodunit and bludgeons it with naïve indignation and sanctimony.
My Cousin Rachel leaves Rachel’s motives, desires, and integrity (or lack thereof) ambiguous through to the end.
A geriatric summer adventure in which the appearance of action takes the place of the real thing.
Andrew Adamson puts far less energy into moral dilemmas than into an unfunny talking mouse lamely reminiscent of the Shrek director’s Puss in Boots.
The closest kin to Gianni Amelio’s heartbreaking The Keys to the House may be Patrice Chéreau’s Son Frère.
If the film is any indication, the PTA Fan Club has collected enough fees from its members to buy itself a film camera and make their own movies.