It was one of the top films in Italy last year and people kept asking me if I’d seen it. I’d bought it months ago but just got around to watching, Buongiorno Papà, starring Raoul Bova. The verdict? I fell asleep twice watching it, and normally I wouldn’t even have bothered to write about a movie that was so predictable and tired.
Andrea (Bova) is a handsome and successful guy in his late thirties who is living like a guy in his early twenties. He’s a superficial ladies man who works for an ad agency, just to meet models, or so it seemed.
When there came a knock at his door and a pretty young girl was asking for him, this time it wasn’t a pretty young girl who wanted to date him, but rather a pretty young girl claiming to be his daughter. The product of a one night stand that Andrea barely remembered, she’s been living with her grandpa, played by Marco Giallini, in his van. Marco, Marco, Marco. I love you, man, but this role is embarrassing. You’re a pretty good actor, but you come off just plain goofy as an ex-rock star and I’m going to try to get the image of your fake guitar playing out of my head.
And Raoul, I guess you have to take advantage of these years when you are still so very, very, handsome, but come on. Do you have to do it in every stupid comedy that comes out of Italy? You’re better than this.
The young girl is played by the pretty and promising Rosabell Laurenti Sellers who is very good in Gli Equilibristi and should not be damaged by all this silliness, but she should try to stay away from ridiculous films like this in the future.
The confirmed bachelor learns to care about someone other than himself and you could practically write the story yourself, the ending is just so very foreseeable.
Did I like Buongiorno Papà? Next time someone asks me I have an answer; Why no, no, I did not.
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