Sophie, a young gauche American woman is in Verona for a pre-honeymoon trip (?) and is abandoned by her fiancé, a budding chef who prefers hanging out in kitchens and wine cellars than doing the usual tourist sites. She comes across a wall where desperate women attach letters to Juliet (Shakespeare’s one) bitching about how love has done them wrong, and each day they are taken down and are answered by a bunch of local biddies known as Juliet’s Women. Sophie helps them and finds a letter that got stuck in the crevices of the wall some 50 years ago and decides that she wants to discover if that set of lovers ever did get it together.
R.T.V. It’s a very trite, light movie that was more effective putting me to sleep on my Virgin fight than my usual (Dr prescribed!) fix. But the sad part about it is that the old lovers are played by none other than Vanessa Redgrave and Franco Nero who should never have to waste their remarkable and extraordinary talents in such trivia. I can only think they needed the money: my tip is, don’t waste your $10 at the movie theater on this, ( or God forbid $20 on the DVD) send the money direct to Ms Redgrave and to Mr. Nero and you will feel so much better.
★★★★
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