A good Italian cast is doomed by cinema mattone, with an awful script sinking director Roberto Andó’s movie. A dysfunctional family in Sicily collides with disaster when mom seems inclined to set up an Oedipus scenario. She is shot. Dad does time, but he didn’t do it. That leaves brother Leo and sister Ale to stick a little too closely together in Rome.
Brother becomes a psychiatrist and delves into pasts. Sister has a new artist beau Harold who moves ahead by ignoring his own past. Harold wants to buy back their childhood home for Ale as a nice surprise engagement present. Leo doesn’t concur. At least the real estate Anna agent seems normal. Few landscape shots of Sicily, so no hope there to compensate for suffocating interiors.
All that came to mind at the end was the off-color West Virginia joke, “If I divorce my husband, will he still be my brother?” Egad, skip it.