I know what you’re going to say because you saw this and you know, it’s no good. But hey! The temperatures have plummeted to almost absolute zero, there’s driving rain and the wind is cutting through my ability to discern truth from reality TV this week, but… It’s Italy! Verona! It’s romantic! There’s food and drink and sunshine! And some very bad acting. Amanda Seyfriend wants to make her name as a journalist instead of just fact-checking at The New Yorker, her fiancé chef Gael Garcia Bernal wants to research wines for his new restaurant so they decamp to the most beautiful country in the world. And she gets involved in the team of secretaries who write back to those lovelorn gals and guys who want romantic advice from Juliet (maybe they think a) she’s real b) she’s still alive after that poisoning incident) and reunites a couple who lost each other decades earlier … The idea for the film was inspired by the 2006 non-fiction book Letters to Juliet, by Lise Friedman and Ceil Friedman, which chronicles the phenomenon of letter-writing to Shakespeare’s most famous romantic heroine. Gael gets lost in vino, Vanessa Redgrave gives one of her battiest ever performances (and that’s saying something) and she’s back together with real-life love, Django himself, the delectable Franco Nero (together for the first time since Camelot), in a sub-plot that has the distinct ring of truth from their own experience. Amanda gets to reinvent her own romantic story with Vanessa’s grandson. There’s some seriously bad production design – couldn’t they have faked a better view of the famous balcony?! I’ve been there and I know the restrictions but it’s the movies! Written by Jose Rivera and Tim Sullivan, directed by Gary Winick. There were some major tricks missed here storywise. Terrible. But lovely, if you know what I mean. I know that you do!