The wedding’s off. You came on to my wife, you murdered our dog, and now you’ve killed my mother.
– future Father-in-law Giorgio to his future son-in-law Paolo
In La Peggior Settimana Della Mia Vita (the worst week of my life), Paolo’s about to marry Margherita, and why? Margherita’s mother wants to know and so do I. “Because I’ve never met anyone like him and because he loves me,” explains Margherita and the answer seems adequate for her mother, so it’ll have to be for me. We’re supposed to take their word for it that everything has been just great up until the week before the wedding, and then all hell breaks loose during “la peggior settimana” the worst week of Paolo’s life.
Fabio De Luigi, playing Paolo, is likeable enough and Cristiana Capotondi (Margherita) is just adorable, but this comedy, though successful enough at the box office, is about as bad a comedy as they come.
It’s not funny when a family pet dies, it’s very sad. This isn’t the first “comedy” in which a son-in-law kills the family dog and so it’s both unoriginal and distasteful at once.
It’s not funny when Grandma goes into a coma and OF COURSE her son wants to postpone the wedding while she’s in the ICU. WTH, obviously.
It’s not funny when goulash gets stuck in a toilet (don’t ask); it’s not funny when a psychotic old girlfriend almost ruins a nice young woman’s wedding; it’s not funny when the grooms best friend destroys the bride’s house.
La Peggior Settimana Della Mia Vita isn’t funny. It’s derivative of every bad joke in every bad American comedy and by this time next week I’ll probably have forgotten I ever watched it. I can hope; can’t I?
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