"Remember Me, My Love" takes a long, hard, cold look at a somewhat decadent Italian bourgeois family of two midlife parents and two old teen kids as it examines their lives and loves with a distinct absence of the heart we've come to expect from Italian cinema. A technically excellent film with fodder for voyeurism where the story should be, this flick shows us the father as he falls for an old girlfriend, the mother as she tries to breath life into an acting career, the daughter who's sleeping her way into a two-bit showgirl slot, and a son who's just vying for the attention of a girl while smoking hash and partying. "Remember Me, My Love", which would have us believe everyone in Italy is beautiful, is a very good looking, always busy, too long, and less than satisfying watch with rapid dialogue and white subtitles which are difficult to read on light backgrounds making it a bit of a grind. (B)
Review of Remember Me, My Love
