Cross Phil Collins,
Paul Shaffer, and a heavy Italian accent, and you get Romeo Spera, a balding, buzzed,
bespectacled musician, playing keyboard to the pseudo-poetic lyrics of Iris Blond. Actually, Romeo (director Carlo Verdone) looks better in the bohemian-black turtlenecks he used to wear while backing up vampy chanteuse Marguerite. But
having fallen for Iris, a Patti Smith wannabe who’s more like a Spice Girl, he resolves to help her launch her career. Had
Verdone stuck to straight
slapstick rather than attempted a romantic musical, the film might have struck more of the right chords.