I bet it's not an easy situation neither practically nor spiritually, but this movie is a joke. Two Senegalese boys embark on a perilous journey to Europe without a good enough reason; everything that could go wrong, does, but every time they are miraculously saved, so they don't seem to learn any lessons. Everything looks so unconvincing that even a corpse-strewn desert and prison torture don't evoke any emotion whatsoever. The fantasy visuals are just pitiful. And don't get me started about the philosophy. No, you don't have to be good to be deserving sympathy and no, "good" doesn't mean putting others first nor it equals "a victim". The ending is dangerously naive because rather than being an initiation into adulthood, taking responsibility without competence is mere recklessness. It could have worked if it has been seen as tragic, but it seems to be praised as heroic instead.
Review of Io Capitano
