Riccardo Scamarcio glares out from the posters promising a thousand delights. A romantic comedy with the romantic star of the moment. What more could his teen age fans want? I'm not sure but it must be more than this. Riccardo Scamarcio, building a reputation as a "serious" actor keeps turning this thinner than thin nonsense that risks to alienate his young adoring fans and jeopardize the potential career of a "serious" actor. Here he seems bored. As if he was above it all. As if he just wanted to get the hell out of there. Even with the introduction of his character (his name is Step, yes Step), the director attempts a star introduction. He is on an escalator, his back to us. Then he turns. But the turning is hesitant, his eyes wonder. Embarrassment? Insecurity? Maybe both, maybe one feeding the other. I hope Scamarcio wakes up. He certainly has the face and, I suspect, the talent. The Italian cinema needs a great film star and he seems to have all it takes, except perhaps, good advise or a good ear. I'm prepared to give him, one more chance.
Review of Ho voglia di te
