Another rainy day in Vienna and we’re still dreaming back of Italy. There’s been lots of press given recently to Io Sono Amore which I haven’t yet seen released in Vienna. The Sunday Times called it “an exquisite, all-enveloping feast of sensual pleasures. It’s almost certainly the most elegant piece of cinema you’ll see this year. It is melodrama as celebration rather than as guilty pleasure.” What’s not to love about that?