Too much of everything

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

I love so many types of movies... and this is one of my all time favorites! Never really knew or cared about Diane Lane until I saw this wonderful movie. I also gained a lot of sentiment for Sandra Oh after watching this film. Anyone who loves to travel to foreign destinations, in this case Italy, and for anyone who is a believer in fate, being in the right place at the right time and divine intervention will absolutely love "Under The Tuscan Sun." This movie is so uplifting, very inspirational and fully encouraging for the person who may be facing major life struggles, feeling displaced in life and in need of an extraordinary life change! Highly recommended... I guarantee you will watch this movie more than once!

WARNING:SPOILERS I have seen this movie many years ago and I re watched it recently.The second time around my reaction to it was different.This movie is like a a fairy tale.It has a good ending because Frances was lucky.I like how the story is crafted.Every event and person pushes Frances to her new destiny. She takes risks and builds a new life in Italy.The fact she did't end up with Marcelo worked well with me. It was not meant to be. From what I know there are two houses named Bramasole in Cortona, the one the author of the book lives and the other one used for the movie. Interesting, feel-good movie. Probably the next step for me is to read the book.

Full disclosure: I am a recently (ecstatically) divorced woman living my life happily as a whole person without (gasp!) a man. Also a successful and hard-working writer.Diane Lane does as well as she can, but this "a woman's happiness is with a man" shtick is tired. A divorced American writer who lost her San Francisco house to her ex and his lover travels to Italy and suddenly has the wherewithal to buy a run-down Italian money-pit villa where men emerge everywhere to make her feel better? Without having to resort to (gasp!) actual writing work? What happened to truly finding your self and caring for that person, regardless of who is around to fluff up your ego? A friend recommended this because I love Italy (the real one, not this 50s fantasy) and was recently divorced. Give me "Enchanted April" instead where women discover they are complete just as they are, without any hangers on or people to tell them how great/beautiful/amazing they are. Not against men, just against anyone defining themselves solely by a relationship. What ever happened to loving human partnerships where both are able to fulfill themselves in the context of the relationship? Sorry I wasted the hour and a half. Better off petting the cat and enjoying just being alive.

It's not often I don't manage to plow trough a movie, but the writing on this one was undoubtedly the worst I have seen in a long time.The bafflingly horrible dialogue and characterization was insulting for a viewer with even a shred sense. Was this a film student project gone horribly awry? In a character driven movie, you'd think there would be at least a little effort made on the way characterization. Basically what this movie boils down to is the scenery with a cheesy plot, even worse dialogue and no real heart or mind behind it. Cheap money grab form dimwits to dimwits.If I absolutely would have to say anything good about it, is that most of the shots where in focus.