Here's the punch line: Woody Allen sells old men to young women. Now where's the joke? Fading Gigolo
casts Allen as a retired bookseller and unlikely pimp, enlisted by his
dermatologist (Sharon Stone) to find a man so she can have a threesome
with her beautiful mistress (Sofía Vergara). He's got the perfect guy,
of course: John Turturro, who plays a part-time florist named
Fioravante. Turturro is, not coincidentally, also the film's writer and
director. Fioravante is reluctant and sweet, either silent or stammering
and possibly a little addled in the head—a somewhat physically
compelling 57-year-old scarecrow in a suit. Just the stuff to drive
beautiful women wild. They pay money, of course, to sleep with the type
of guy they'd marry only for money. But luckily for a comedy without a
recognizable sense of humor, it drifts into cheese-clothed, jazz-scored
character study—where it fares, sadly, worse. Allen sends a lonely,
unknowing Hasidic widow (Vanessa Paradis) to Turturro, which leads her
promptly to cry. It's handled so gently, with such lunkheaded charm by
Turturro, you hardly notice how offensive it is. Think of the movie as a
rambling walk with a decrepit old man whose politics are suspect. It
leaves you right where you started when you're done, unhurt but
bewildered, and struck by sudden and piercing sadness for the human
condition.
Critic's Grade: D
SEE IT: Fading Gigolo is rated R. It opens Friday at Fox Tower.
WWeek 2015