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‘Marcello Mio’ Review: Chiara Mastroianni Has a Nepo-Baby Identity Crisis In a Toe-Curling Showbiz Meta-Comedy
Starring Chiara Mastroianni and various A-listers as themselves, Christophe Honoré's 'Marcello Mio' was probably more fun to make than it is to watch.
So wink-wink it can barely see straight, so inside-baseball it’s practically buried under the pitcher’s mound, the film is built on the kind of hyper-meta conceit that could be cute as a skit, might just stretch to a short, but can’t survive a full two-hour feature padded with subplots that range from the gruesomely twee to the merely nonsensical. Donning a short dark wig, a black fedora and heavy-rimmed glasses, Chiara slips easily into the iconography of her father in the era of Fellini’s “8½,” while adding a natty stick-on mustache makes her a reasonable if somewhat androgynous ringer for him in “Divorce Italian Style.” Chiara/Marcello’s burgeoning friendship with Colin — the film’s one fully fictional character, played by Skinner with an understandable air of stiff-upper-lipped befuddlement — is a detour into treacly whimsy that, even given the general twirly randomness of proceedings, corresponds to nothing else in Honoré’s script.
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