OH. MY. GOD. Where did they find this guy, Mino Sferra? He plays (or attempts to play) the father in the film but his acting is beyond atrocious. I don't think I've ever watched a film where an actor's performance is so bad and distracting - EVER! For one, his heavy Italian accent coupled with his monotone delivery of the dialogue makes for a strange pairing. Sure, the dialogue is horrible all on its own--there's a point early in the film where the son rides a Vespa through the Italian countryside and says "Ciao Boy!" to a local kid as he whizzes by. Really? Well, ciao, which could mean both hello and bye, is at least very fitting to sum up this film as the director and writers obviously didn't know whether they were coming or going with this mess.
Back to Sferra: most of the time I couldn't understand any of what he says with that heavy and labored pronunciation of English. Matter fact, most of the Italian cast made Sam Gittins, who did a decent-but-far-from-Oscar-worthy job playing the son, look like the second coming of Laurence Olivier.
My recommendation: Pass.
