Review of 'I don't understand': adoption candidates run into violence

There is a wonderfully simple emotional attraction embedded in the opening of “I Don's Understanding You”, a comedy of coguotist directors Brian Crano and David Joseph Craig. The well -intentioned gay couple, Dom and Cole (Nick Kroll and Andrew Rannells, respectively) are eager to adopt a baby. Seeing them to record an appeal video, selling themselves as parents in shape to an unknown mother, you want the best for them. It is a heartbreaking and nervous laughter: are they sincere without being desperate? Lovely but not nervous? Among the stops and restart, both leave steam on the absurd process.

How difficult does it have to be for adults arranged in a love relationship to start a family? That's where “I don't understand you” dedicates its darkest energies when he sends Dom and school to Pastoral Solea for an anniversary trip, leaving them in a series of lethally unfortunate situations that probably only Patricia Highsmith would consider an adequate vacation.

Shortly after landing in Rome, the news is encouraged that a pregnant receptive mother named Candace (Amanda Seyfried through the video chat) is touched by her story, her atmosphere is all she wants for her baby. However, it is a cautious optimism, to compete with the anxiety that Dom and school generally feels like homosexual men alerts for daily microagrners, also as tourists who do not know the language and urbanites that are not exactly comfortable sailing on the night of another country at night.

That last concern is what begins its nightmare, when the couple's rental car gets stuck on a private road that leads to a remote farm where they have a reserve for an anniversary dinner. A slight panic bubble. The abrupt, irritable and armed place that appears only feeds its notion that death is surely just around the corner. And it is, but it is not the way they or could have imagined when they final Nonna-Auténica to Eleonora Romandini) and find a volatile soul that cannot wait to serve your only guests a meal of celebration in the light of the candles.

The subtitles tell us in a useful way what Dom and Cole suspect that Dom and Cole never understand about their kind host. When the scarce and curious cursive son of Francesca (Morgan Spector) appears, suggestively wielding a knife, a blunt fiasco of a night suddenly leans towards a bloody farce of erroneous judgment driven by fear. Despite the commitment of everyone's game on the screen (starting with the believers representation of Kroll and Rannells of love and vulnerable homosexual cases), “I don't understand you” is just sporadically fun.

Writers and directors are a real -life couple who adopted a child, so we are apparently taking an exaggeratedly autobiographical look on how self -preservation looks at the cusp of the father in his happiest. And it is encouraging that the filmmakers choose to turn their experience and their concomitant emotions into a silly terror comedy instead of a more sincere drama of social problems. (Amanda Knox is also a quoted co -producer, and when the Italian arm of justice is involved, you will understand why).

Just when his openness triggers the hope of his candidates for family men, you want to “I don't understand” really nail his descending spiral, and yet it is a kind of failure, even if it is pleasant. The tone deviates towards humor with the body count and nuts and rays of violence are eventually too much for Crano and Craig to effectively mold in a comedy of perception and privilege.