Don't Move

Nobody into lush melodramas dripping in sex should miss this pulsating Italian import.

has a rich, lyrical sweep and floats between past and present, reality and imagination, with ease. It is a richly satisfying experience.

A compelling if not altogether convincing tale of mad love and divine redemption, adapted from the prize-winning novel by Castellitto's wife, Margaret Mazzantini.

Castellitto deserves great credit for toning down the melodrama in wife Margaret Mazzantini's novel and producing a very human story about chance, choice and consequence.

Though sprung from the mind of a woman, the film plays like a hetero male fantasy of tortured love.

There's nothing cute, cloying, or playful about the lovers in Sergio Castellitto's opaque romantic drama Don't Move, but in their way, they're as incomprehensible as the stars of any gimmicky comic love film.

A syrupy Italian power ballad along the lines of the ones on the movie's soundtrack. Its tune is mawkish, bombastic but, in the end, not especially resonant.