A Year in London Review – Fashion student clashes with her professor in a frothy gay romantic comedy | film

A The story of the year is about how long this film feels so strange, although there are moments when the TV series silliness, love longing for images and wooden line readings in Google Translate are mildly amusing.

Olivia (Nina Pons) is a young fashion student from southern Italy who gets the opportunity of a lifetime to spend a year in our glamorous capital at the London Academy of Haute Couture in South Kensington. It seems like saucer-eyed Olivia can’t get over the sight of two men kissing. She is almost engaged to a rich young boy from her town named Paolo (Matteo Bassi), although it will soon be revealed that cutting off Paolo’s arm is not all it may be.

No sooner has our young heroine set foot in her first lecture in London than it becomes clear that there is a spark between her and her sophisticated professor, Nina (Melanie Liburd). They go out to a party together and have a bonding experience when they are robbed—London, as we all know, is a violent, lawless place—and in their separate beds that night, Nina and Olivia smile and smile with their eyes closed, thinking of each other, because that’s the effect a robbery would have in London.

Then they go together to a fashion convention (or something) in Rome because, as Nina purrs, this will be a “great networking opportunity” for Olivia. But despite sipping champagne flutes in Nina’s hotel room, they don’t actually enjoy it, because Nina has professional misgivings about interacting with a student. Hey Ludi! And then that bastard Paolo, the little rogue, does all kinds of mischief. But through it all, Nina seems to be drawing inspiration from a local youth outreach project: “I’d like to introduce you to the kids at the community center…” she muttered to Olivia. Is this some kind of Anglo-Italian sexual slang?