Vaffancullo, Parthenope. The movie tries a new trick: to wrap philosophy in sensuality and bikinis, on Mediterranean beaches and sumptuous visuals of architecture and decor. However, It fails in philosophy and sensuality but is a surprise winner in the categories of tediousness, pretentiousness and shallowness.
While the film certainly has good parts, anyone who has had a romance with a Mediterranean person in a Mediterranean summer will submit that it mostly fails at being sensual. It's to sensuality what Jaws 3 is to the original Jaws. The ridiculous plot "twist" near the end doesn't tie in to the story at all, even if the story is considered to cover both sensuality and maternity. Sensuality, sensuality, sensuality, sensuality -- you'll be slapped with it every step of the way, you won't be given a chance to experience it for yourselves.
The good parts? Greta Cool -- complex and offensive people like her exist in real life. And the visuals are sumptuous. And Gary Oldman, top-class as ever, even though he overplays the role -- it needed a slight bit more delicacy for the character's emotionality and fragility.
Finally, It doesn't even have the "graphic nudity" the rating promises. Bring the popcorn, it's the only thing which will keep you going.