It pains to watch such drivel carrying the De Sica family crest into the 21st century. Long gone are the days of Umberto D and The Bicycle Thief, and after Christian De Sica's embarrassing career as the King of Cinepanettone, it's time for Andrea to take the helm of this poorly scripted and abysmally acted Warm Bodies meets Tre Metri Sopra il Cielo hybrid (with just enough Twilight sprinkled on top for good measure) where in spite of being filmed in Trentino Alto Altige, most of the cast faces the daunting task of coming to grips with their unequivocally Roman inflections/accents, FOR CLARITY, imagine Woody Allen in a Tennessee Williams play and you'll get the gist of what I am trying to convey. Scary but not in a satisfying way. To be avoided at all costs.