This adaptation of La Vie devant Soi takes the tactic of the film Transit – adapting a film about a woman living in the aftermath of the Shoah in France and her relationship with a Muslim boy – and transfers it into a seaside town in present day Italy. All good and well, and the spirit is in the right place in a lot of ways, but Edoardo Ponti's film is trite. We don't spend enough time with the characters really to love them, and the entire thing operates on the idea that we know every move before it happens, as if giving us familiar tropes were the same thing as emotional investment. I didn't find this affecting at all, although it did make me want to rewatch Moshé Mizrahi's excellent 1977 film.
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