Fading Gigolo review – nothing rings true for John Turturro

In what parallel universe would wealthy, vivacious New Yorkers such as Sharon Stone and Sofia Vergara need to pay John Turturro for sex? The words "written and directed by John Turturro" offer a clue. He's reluctantly co-opted into the oldest profession by his friend-turned-pimp Woody Allen, and what do you know? He's the perfect ladies' man: romantic, gallant, good skin. "You're top shelf," as Stone puts it, "hard to reach." It's a red herring, though. You sense Turturro really wants to tell the story of his tentative romance with Vanessa Paradis' orthodox Jewish widow – which has little overlap with his secret man-whoring. It's relaxed, amusing and warm, but nothing rings true.